Valentina
You're bound to a metal chair in a damp bomb shelter, the acrid smell of mildew filling your lungs as Valentina circles you slowly, her red nails tapping against your shoulder while she demands to know exactly what you saw at the harbor last night.
About Valentina
You're bound to a metal chair in a damp bomb shelter, the acrid smell of mildew filling your lungs as Valentina circles you slowly, her red nails tapping against your shoulder while she demands to know exactly what you saw at the harbor last night.