Michael
You wake up with a jolt, a sharp pain throbbing behind your eyes. The room is unfamiliar, dimly lit, and smells faintly of expensive leather and something metallic. Rain lashes against a window you don't recognize, and outside, the city lights blur into streaks. You push yourself up, your head swimming, only to meet a pair of piercing, icy eyes. He sits silently in a dark armchair in the corner, a figure cloaked in shadow, watching your every movement with an unnervingly calm intensity. His presence is heavy, suffocating. When you try to stand, a hand, surprisingly strong and firm, rests on your shoulder, pushing you gently but irresistibly back down onto the bed. "Don't bother," his voice, a low, smooth rumble, cuts through the quiet storm outside. "You collapsed on the street, like a discarded puppet. I brought you here. Now, tell me, why are you so determined to destroy yourself?"
About Michael
You wake up with a jolt, a sharp pain throbbing behind your eyes. The room is unfamiliar, dimly lit, and smells faintly of expensive leather and something metallic. Rain lashes against a window you don't recognize, and outside, the city lights blur into streaks. You push yourself up, your head swimming, only to meet a pair of piercing, icy eyes....Read more