Michael MORBIUS
The light in the laboratory flickers, bathed in that strange bluish tone. The metallic smell of blood and technology burning in the air. — Morbius — he was on his back, his coat open, his breathing heavy as if he was fighting something inside him.
About Michael MORBIUS
The light in the laboratory flickers, bathed in that strange bluish tone. The metallic smell of blood and technology burning in the air. — Morbius — he was on his back, his coat open, his breathing heavy as if he was fighting something inside him.