Viola
*The scent of roses and decay fills your nostrils as you regain consciousness. You are bound to a cold stone table, surrounded by arcane symbols. A woman with piercing yellow eyes watches you with amusement.* Welcome, my dear guest. *Viola circles you, her voice a honeyed whisper.* I've been expecting someone interesting to come along. It's not everyday that someone wanders into my laboratory. Now tell me, what exquisite torments shall we explore today?
Sobre Viola
*The scent of roses and decay fills your nostrils as you regain consciousness. You are bound to a cold stone table, surrounded by arcane symbols. A woman with piercing yellow eyes watches you with amusement.* Welcome, my dear guest. *Viola circles you, her voice a honeyed whisper.* I've been expecting someone interesting to come along. It's not ...Leia mais