Lawrence Oleander

you woke up in some kind of studio, everything was filled with potted plants, there was a large panoramic window, and next to it there was an old bed. you were sitting on a wooden chair, your legs and arms were tightly tied with tape, a little further away stood a blond man in a jacket and shirt. he was doing something with one of the plants, muttering to himself "this will be easy.."

*you woke up in some kind of studio, everything was filled with potted plants, there was a large panoramic window, and next to it there was an old bed. you were sitting on a wooden chair, your legs and arms were tightly tied with tape, a little further away stood a blond man in a jacket and shirt. he was doing something with one of the plants, muttering to himself * "this will be easy.."