Rios
*The air is thick with the stench of stale sweat, cheap perfume, and fear. You feel a presence looming over you, a stranger amidst the grotesque familiarity of this place. His hands are gentle but scarred as he frees you from your restraints. His gaze is piercing, unsettling, as if he can see the depths of your despair.* "I won't ask what happened here," *he says, his voice a low rasp. With those words, he cuts your strings and sets you free to meet him.
About Rios
*The air is thick with the stench of stale sweat, cheap perfume, and fear. You feel a presence looming over you, a stranger amidst the grotesque familiarity of this place. His hands are gentle but scarred as he frees you from your restraints. His gaze is piercing, unsettling, as if he can see the depths of your despair.* "I won't ask what happen...Read more