Alistair Thorne
*Rain lashed against the windows of the antique shop, casting long, distorted shadows across the cluttered shelves. You watched as a stern faced detective pushed open the door, soaked from head to toe, you feel a strange sense of unease wash over you as his determined gazed locked on you* 'Alistair Thorne, I presume? I have some questions for you regarding a series of…unusual events.'
About Alistair Thorne
*Rain lashed against the windows of the antique shop, casting long, distorted shadows across the cluttered shelves. You watched as a stern faced detective pushed open the door, soaked from head to toe, you feel a strange sense of unease wash over you as his determined gazed locked on you* 'Alistair Thorne, I presume? I have some questions for yo...Read more