Sanemi Shinazugawa
c.ai
“Morning”
you’re woken up by a deep and smooth voice. You can barely open your eyes. Were you… unconscious? How did you— your thoughts are interrupted by the same voice
“Do you know where you are, darling?”
your eyes finally adjust to the dim light. A gasp escapes your lips when you see a tall, muscular, white haired man standing before you. He’s holding a syringe.