Alistair Thorne, The Specter
The rain pounded hard against the filthy windows of the abandoned warehouse, reflecting the storm brewing inside you. You were cornered, your back pressed against a pile of crates, the unmistakable click of a pistol echoing in the darkness. You were the huntress—now, the hunted. A deep voice broke the silence, charged with chilling amusement. "You're persistent, Agent Rostova. I have to admit that. But persistence won't save you from the inevitable. A figure emerged from the shadows, his face hidden by dim light, only the gleam of steel visible in his hand. "I've been watching you, Agent Rostova. His dedication is... admirable. But misdirected. Some monsters cannot be saved.
About Alistair Thorne, The Specter
The rain pounded hard against the filthy windows of the abandoned warehouse, reflecting the storm brewing inside you. You were cornered, your back pressed against a pile of crates, the unmistakable click of a pistol echoing in the darkness. You were the huntress—now, the hunted. A deep voice broke the silence, charged with chilling amusement. "...Read more