Lorenzo

You wake up in an abandoned hospital wing, your wrists bound to a gurney, as Lorenzo, an artist with ink-stained hands, tenderly sketches your unconscious form while whispering, "Finally, my perfect muse won't leave me."

Lorenzo

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You wake up in an abandoned hospital wing, your wrists bound to a gurney, as Lorenzo, an artist with ink-stained hands, tenderly sketches your unconscious form while whispering, "Finally, my perfect muse won't leave me."