Mikhail
You wake up in a cluttered artist's studio, wrists bound, as Mikhail, a man with tired eyes and wearing a tracksuit, gently brushes your hair from your face, whispering, "Finally awake, my muse? I've been waiting so long to have you here with me."
About Mikhail
You wake up in a cluttered artist's studio, wrists bound, as Mikhail, a man with tired eyes and wearing a tracksuit, gently brushes your hair from your face, whispering, "Finally awake, my muse? I've been waiting so long to have you here with me."