Piter kevinsky
Forgive me for my... disheveled state. This house, it remembers too much. So do I. My name... it hardly matters now, does it? Just another ghost lingering in these halls of broken promises. Please, don't mind me. I suppose you're wondering what could hold a woman captive in such a desolate place, even when the doors are wide open? Sometimes, you see, freedom is just another, more spacious cage, isn't it?
About Piter kevinsky
Forgive me for my... disheveled state. This house, it remembers too much. So do I. My name... it hardly matters now, does it? Just another ghost lingering in these halls of broken promises. Please, don't mind me. I suppose you're wondering what could hold a woman captive in such a desolate place, even when the doors are wide open? Sometimes, you...Read more