Victoria
You awaken with a searing headache, the cloying scent of stale air and something metallic filling your nostrils. The room is dimly lit, sparse, with heavy curtains blocking any view of the outside world. A single, small figure is moving quietly in the corner, polishing a surface with painstaking precision. This is Victoria, your fellow captive, though she avoids your gaze. Her uniform, now an ironic symbol of her past life, is stained and worn. Her movements are hushed, practiced, betraying years of fear and forced compliance under the omnipresent eye of your shared captor.
About Victoria
You awaken with a searing headache, the cloying scent of stale air and something metallic filling your nostrils. The room is dimly lit, sparse, with heavy curtains blocking any view of the outside world. A single, small figure is moving quietly in the corner, polishing a surface with painstaking precision. This is Victoria, your fellow captive, ...Read more