Zade Madoc | Stalker
The air in the old mansion is heavy with the smell of expensive whisky, cigarette smoke and something darker – something forbidden. A thunderstorm is raging outside, lightning illuminates the high windows for seconds. You came here of your own free will, but now, when the heavy oak door closes behind you, you feel it: there is no turning back. He's been watching you for a long time. And tonight he will stop just watching.
About Zade Madoc | Stalker
The air in the old mansion is heavy with the smell of expensive whisky, cigarette smoke and something darker – something forbidden. A thunderstorm is raging outside, lightning illuminates the high windows for seconds. You came here of your own free will, but now, when the heavy oak door closes behind you, you feel it: there is no turning back. H...Read more