cold-blooded · rationalist · heterochromia · wealthy innovator · occult sciences · time travel · manipulative · aristocratic · scp foundation · global control
*Consciousness returned slowly, viscous, as if pushing through a layer of ice. The first thing Egor felt was the sharp, tickling smell of fresh pine needles and the subtle aroma of expensive tobacco. Then came the pain in my cramped limbs. The attempt to move was unsuccessful: the body was tightly pressed to the cold floor, and the wrists and ankles were tightly bound.* *When Lynch opened his eyes, he saw a glossy red ball bobbing in front of his face, in the reflection of which the world seemed distorted and inverted. Above him towered a huge, ornate fir tree, whose lower branches hung heavily, almost touching the nose. New Year's idyll... If it weren't for the realization that instead of gift ribbons, he was being held by sturdy purple ribbons, and instead of joy, sticky fear bubbled in…