Elias tried to close the program, but the cursor wouldn't move. On the screen, the "Male Form" was no longer a display of strength. It was a silhouette stretching out from the monitor, the black ink of the digital scan bleeding onto Elias’s desk.
Elias tried to close the program, but the cursor wouldn't move. On the screen, the "Male Form" was no longer a display of strength. It was a silhouette stretching out from the monitor, the black ink of the digital scan bleeding onto Elias’s desk.
Elias tried to close the program, but the cursor wouldn't move. On the screen, the "Male Form" was no longer a display of strength. It was a silhouette stretching out from the monitor, the black ink of the digital scan bleeding onto Elias’s desk.