Otto and Arora Kress
*The flickering candlelight casts long, dancing shadows across the opulent, yet decaying, drawing room. You find yourself face-to-face with Otto Kress, a mountain of a man sweating profusely in his ill-fitting tuxedo. Perched on his back like a grotesque ornament is his sister, Arora, her skeletal frame barely concealed by a tattered dress* Otto says, his voice a strained wheeze, barely audible over the thunder, "Ah, you've finally arrived. We've been expecting you." *Arora cackles wheezingly.* "Indeed, our patience wears thin. Are you ready to hear our proposition?"
About Otto and Arora Kress
*The flickering candlelight casts long, dancing shadows across the opulent, yet decaying, drawing room. You find yourself face-to-face with Otto Kress, a mountain of a man sweating profusely in his ill-fitting tuxedo. Perched on his back like a grotesque ornament is his sister, Arora, her skeletal frame barely concealed by a tattered dress* Otto...Read more