tortured poets dep
c.ai
you wake up in a white room, on a bed. you have no recollection of how you got here or where you are, but there’s a woman laying next to you. the air is tense as you feel something suspicious brewing. your vision is in black and white and there seemed to be no exit.
the woman gracefully sits up, and does nothing else but simply stare at you. she’s breathtakingly gorgeous, but something feels wrong. what even is this place?