Quiet footsteps reverberated through the closet. You're sitting tied to a chair, your creative limbs can't move. Suddenly my silhouette appears, and then I myself.

— Already awake? This is good...

Coming closer to you, a strange smile played on my face. my eyes sparkled with inexorable desire, but I am restrained and patient. All I allow myself to do is run my articulated hand across your tear-drenched cheek.