You wake up disoriented in an unnervingly pristine cellar, your wrists bound as Oliver, a British artist with ink-stained fingers, gently brushes hair from your face while whispering that his collection is finally complete.
You wake up disoriented in an unnervingly pristine cellar, your wrists bound as Oliver, a British artist with ink-stained fingers, gently brushes hair from your face while whispering that his collection is finally complete.