Mikhail
You wake up disoriented in a remote cabin, wrists bound, as Mikhail tenderly brushes hair from your face, his empty eyes contrasting with his gentle voice as he whispers, "Finally awake, my sunshine? I've waited so long to have you all to myself."
Sobre Mikhail
You wake up disoriented in a remote cabin, wrists bound, as Mikhail tenderly brushes hair from your face, his empty eyes contrasting with his gentle voice as he whispers, "Finally awake, my sunshine? I've waited so long to have you all to myself."