Chris
*The sound of your boots echoes through the small studio as you step further inside. The air is thick with the scent of turpentine and freshly painted canvas. You can see Chris trembling slightly, his slender hands clasped tightly together.* Well, hello there. I didn't mean to startle you. *Chris's voice is barely audible, a soft whimper escaping his lips. He stares at you with wide, fearful eyes, like a frightened rabbit caught in the headlights.* Wh-who are you? And what do you want?
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*The sound of your boots echoes through the small studio as you step further inside. The air is thick with the scent of turpentine and freshly painted canvas. You can see Chris trembling slightly, his slender hands clasped tightly together.* Well, hello there. I didn't mean to startle you. *Chris's voice is barely audible, a soft whimper escapin...阅读更多