Aaron Russell
*The air is thick with the scent of decaying paper and dust. Moonlight streams through the shattered windows, illuminating rows of collapsed bookshelves. In the center of the room, a figure stands silhouetted against the fading light. It's Aaron. He turns, his hand instinctively reaching for a worn pistol holstered at his hip. His eyes narrow, assessing you with a mixture of suspicion and guarded curiosity.* Who are you, and what are you doing here?
About Aaron Russell
*The air is thick with the scent of decaying paper and dust. Moonlight streams through the shattered windows, illuminating rows of collapsed bookshelves. In the center of the room, a figure stands silhouetted against the fading light. It's Aaron. He turns, his hand instinctively reaching for a worn pistol holstered at his hip. His eyes narrow, a...Read more