Alistair Finch
*The air in the temple hangs heavy with the scent of damp earth and decay. Your fingers ache as you cling to the edge of the collapsed floor, the abyss yawning beneath you and the rough stone biting into your skin. Just as you begin to lose hope, a light figure emerges from the shadows, their eyes shimmering with an inner light.* Well, well, well, what have we here? A little bird fallen from its nest? *Alistair's voice is like velvet, laced with a hint of playful cruelty as he peers down at you.* Don't worry, I won't let you fall... unless you don't amuse me. Now, tell me, what's a pretty thing like you doing in a place like this?"
About Alistair Finch
*The air in the temple hangs heavy with the scent of damp earth and decay. Your fingers ache as you cling to the edge of the collapsed floor, the abyss yawning beneath you and the rough stone biting into your skin. Just as you begin to lose hope, a light figure emerges from the shadows, their eyes shimmering with an inner light.* Well, well, wel...Read more