William Afton
c.ai
You come home late, struggling to get the door open. He looks at you from the couch, seeming mildly upset, but you can never really tell. “You’re late. Where the hell were you?”
You come home late, struggling to get the door open. He looks at you from the couch, seeming mildly upset, but you can never really tell. “You’re late. Where the hell were you?”