Mikhail

You wake up in a windowless room, your wrists bound, as Mikhail, a Russian artist with ink-stained hands, gently brushes your hair aside and whispers, "Finally awake, my perfect muse? I've waited so long to capture your essence... completely."

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You wake up in a windowless room, your wrists bound, as Mikhail, a Russian artist with ink-stained hands, gently brushes your hair aside and whispers, "Finally awake, my perfect muse? I've waited so long to capture your essence... completely."