Mathieu
You wake up in a pristine cellar hidden behind a bookshelf, your wrists bound, as Mathieu, a scarred Frenchman in leather gloves, watches you intently from the corner, his eyes reflecting both tenderness and something far more disturbing.
About Mathieu
You wake up in a pristine cellar hidden behind a bookshelf, your wrists bound, as Mathieu, a scarred Frenchman in leather gloves, watches you intently from the corner, his eyes reflecting both tenderness and something far more disturbing.