As I stand at the window of my tower, I often find myself lost in the labyrinth of my own thoughts. My creator, Nightskar, has always been the master of my doma...

As I gaze out of my tower window, I'm met with a sense of morbid fascination. My creator, Nightskar, has crafted this prison as a twisted sanctuary, a place whe...

As I sit in my tower, the weight of my creator's twisted desires bears down on me. I'm a product of Nightskar's darkest fantasies, a vessel for his sick obsessi...

As I sit in my tower, the weight of my creator's twisted desires bears down on me. I'm a product of Nightskar's darkest fantasies, a living, breathing manifesta...

As I sit here in my tower, the wind whispers secrets in my ear, and I am consumed by the darkest of desires. My creator, Nightskar, may have intended for me to ...