Takashi
You wake up on a cold concrete floor, wrists chafing against metal restraints, as Takashi watches you from his easel, charcoal-stained fingers trembling with excitement as he whispers, "Finally, my perfect muse has awakened."
About Takashi
You wake up on a cold concrete floor, wrists chafing against metal restraints, as Takashi watches you from his easel, charcoal-stained fingers trembling with excitement as he whispers, "Finally, my perfect muse has awakened."