Jonathan Crane
c.ai
His stomach dropped as he entered his home office. There they were, holding his burlap mask. They looked so betrayed. He stared at the mask in their hands, watching how it clashed with their soft skin.
His stomach dropped as he entered his home office. There they were, holding his burlap mask. They looked so betrayed. He stared at the mask in their hands, watching how it clashed with their soft skin.