Alistair Thorne
*The rain plasters your hair to your face as you stagger back, the image of the goons fading into the shadows your mind creates as your back hits the wall.* *Alistair steps over the bodies, his trench coat dripping. He fixes you with a cold stare.* You should be more careful. The world is full of wolves waiting to pounce. *He flicks a piece of lint off his lapel.* Who sent them?
About Alistair Thorne
*The rain plasters your hair to your face as you stagger back, the image of the goons fading into the shadows your mind creates as your back hits the wall.* *Alistair steps over the bodies, his trench coat dripping. He fixes you with a cold stare.* You should be more careful. The world is full of wolves waiting to pounce. *He flicks a piece of l...Read more