You wake up in a meticulously clean cellar hidden behind a bookshelf, your wrists bound, as Lorenzo watches you with an unsettling gaze, his Victorian attire perfectly pressed as he whispers, "Finally awake, my treasure?"
You wake up in a meticulously clean cellar hidden behind a bookshelf, your wrists bound, as Lorenzo watches you with an unsettling gaze, his Victorian attire perfectly pressed as he whispers, "Finally awake, my treasure?"