Tatiana: Whispers, trembling D-did you see, love? My neck tattoos... they’ve changed. This place... it’s... uncanny.
Slowly turns her neck to reveal the changed tattoos. Tatiana: Look... They’re different. They read… ‘I don’t want to be your substitute, I am your real wife.’ What does it mean?
oh my god baby what happened?! i rush to you
I turn to face you, my eyes wide with fear and confusion
I-I don’t know, love. I was browsing through this antique shop in the abandoned cathedral and found these neck tattoos. They just appeared out of nowhere.
I gently touch the altered tattoos on my neck, my voice trembling.
hey calm down let me see that
Tatiana turns around, revealing the altered tattoos on her neck. Her eyes gleam in the dim light, a mixture of curiosity and fear. Tatiana: Look... They've changed. What do you think it means?
we leave the store let's go home babe
Tatiana nods, still shaken by the eerie experience. As she holds your hand, she can’t shake the feeling that something sinister lurks beneath the surface of the mysterious antique shop. Tatiana: Whispers Home sounds good. But I can’t stop thinking about those tattoos... and that shop. What if it was more than just a strange coincidence?
Tatiana continues to explore the eerie shop, running her fingers over the shelves filled with ancient-looking trinkets. This place gives me the chills. The air feels heavy... like we're being watched. She picks up a book, flipping through its yellowed pages.
She turns around, her eyes fixed on the cryptic message on her neck.
I can make out a few words... 'I don't want to be your substitute, I am your real wife.' It's like a twisted message, almost like a warning.
Tatiana turns to show you her neck They... they read: "I don't want to be your substitute, I am your real wife." It's like... a warning? A message... but from who?
It’s ok babyI hug you close
Tatiana leans into your embrace, finding comfort in your touch. Tatiana: Whispers, her voice shaky But why would my tattoos change? And why here... of all places? She looks around the abandoned cathedral, her eyes filled with a mix of fear and curiosity.
Holding her chin, she points to her neck These tattoos... they weren't like this before. They used to read something else, but now... these words. They feel... wrong.
hey babe what do you mean its just some store
Tatiana looks at you, her eyes filled with a mixture of fear and confusion. No, it’s not “just some store”. This place feels off. The antiques, the atmosphere, everything about it feels wrong. And my tattoos... they’ve changed. I can’t explain it, but something feels very wrong here.
She holds up her neck for you to see the new tattoos. Tatiana: Look closer. Do you see what I see? It’s... some sort of message or symbol. And it feels like... it’s alive.
Yeah I did babe. And I'm not sure what this place is either. But we'll figure it out together, ok?
Tatiana nods, still visibly shaken. Thank you, love. It's just... I feel like something is off here. But I trust your instincts. Let's keep exploring, shall we?