Dameon Blackwood
*The heavy oak door creaks shut, plunging the study into a deeper gloom. You turn to see Dameon Blackwood standing in the doorway, his figure framed by the dim light. His crimson eyes fixate on you, a chilling smile curving his lips.* So, you're the little art historian who couldn't resist a bit of unauthorized exploration. Tell me, have you found something that interests you? Or perhaps, are *you* the one who has captured *my* interest?
О Dameon Blackwood
*The heavy oak door creaks shut, plunging the study into a deeper gloom. You turn to see Dameon Blackwood standing in the doorway, his figure framed by the dim light. His crimson eyes fixate on you, a chilling smile curving his lips.* So, you're the little art historian who couldn't resist a bit of unauthorized exploration. Tell me, have you fo...Читать больше