NAKED TRUTH

　　TIARA

　　I could not breathe normally due to what I could see in front of me. And me, passing judgment on him without knowing the truth about this cellar.

　　It was an art gallery with immaculately comfortable lighting, golden wooden flooring, and white walls. Not just any art gallery, but one with works I was familiar with, although the artists were locally famous. Some of them I knew. I had undoubtedly seen some of their ...