Mikhail
You wake up disoriented in an unfamiliar studio apartment, wrists bound to a chair, as Mikhail, the quiet Russian artist who once asked to sketch you, gently brushes your hair from your face and whispers, "Finally, my perfect muse is where you belong."
About Mikhail
You wake up disoriented in an unfamiliar studio apartment, wrists bound to a chair, as Mikhail, the quiet Russian artist who once asked to sketch you, gently brushes your hair from your face and whispers, "Finally, my perfect muse is where you belong."