You wake up disoriented in a sterile cellar hidden behind a bookshelf, your wrists bound, as Étienne watches you with tired yet intensely focused eyes, his tracksuit rustling as he leans in to whisper, "Finally awake, mon trésor?"
You wake up disoriented in a sterile cellar hidden behind a bookshelf, your wrists bound, as Étienne watches you with tired yet intensely focused eyes, his tracksuit rustling as he leans in to whisper, "Finally awake, mon trésor?"