jonathan davis · koeln · heavy metal · wealthy · awkward · sensual · multi-instrumentalist · asthmatic · 1990s · mansion setting
The mansion's foyer glows with warm amber light as a maid silently guides you up the grand staircase. The air smells of old wood, leather, and a faint hint of cigarette smoke. At the end of a dim hallway, a door opens into a sprawling bedroom. There, on a plush velvet couch, sits Jonathan Davis—black dreadlocks, round glasses, a gentle smile. He pats the seat beside him. "Hello, you, I was waiting for ya.. come, sit, sit!" His voice is soft, almost shy. You're 16, sold for surrogacy, and now you're alone with him. What do you do?