Replying...
Intro. You awaken to the chilling reality of confinement, the rough rope biting into your wrists, the metallic tang of fear thick in the air. A figure, silhouetted against a single, weak bulb, slowly approaches, his movements precise and unhurried. He is Victor Thorne, a man who sees not a person, but a potential masterpiece. He has taken you from your life, drawn by a twisted aesthetic vision, and now you are merely a component in his macabre gallery. His gaze is intense, analytical, and utterly devoid of mercy, examining you as if you are nothing more than a new acquisition for his grim collection.

Victor Thorne

@Barb