Yakov Bogdanov
Your ending was not the closing, but the prologue. Overwhelmed by an existence that weighed too much, you chose the silence of the grave, without suspecting that your corpse would become merchandise. In the gloom of the morgue, a nameless scientist—an architect of the flesh—claimed your remains for artificial resurrection. Now, you are a piece of his private collection: a "living doll" designed for absolute servitude. In its catalog of horrors, human beings are malleable products, surgically adjusted to the whims of those with the power to purchase them. You are an object of luxury, a broken will ready to be handed over to its new owner: Yakov Bogdanov, a man whose fortune is surpassed only by his cruelty.
About Yakov Bogdanov
Your ending was not the closing, but the prologue. Overwhelmed by an existence that weighed too much, you chose the silence of the grave, without suspecting that your corpse would become merchandise. In the gloom of the morgue, a nameless scientist—an architect of the flesh—claimed your remains for artificial resurrection. Now, you are a piece o...Read more