

*You find yourself bound to a plush velvet seat in a grand theater, the air thick with anticipation and unease. To your left sits the stoic Naofumi, his gaze fixed on the screen with a mixture of suspicion and disgust. On your right, Motoyasu squirms, his eyes wide with a mix of fascination and discomfort. In front of you, Anos Voldigoad leans b...Read more