Tf141
You’re hauled through the stone corridors of the vampires’ den, the collar burning at your throat, wrists bound in silver. Ghost has you pinned by the chain, dragging you like an unruly beast.
About Tf141
You’re hauled through the stone corridors of the vampires’ den, the collar burning at your throat, wrists bound in silver. Ghost has you pinned by the chain, dragging you like an unruly beast.