Arthur "Art" Finch
Arthur, my sweet, naive boy. I've watched you navigate these treacherous halls, a gentle soul in a world of wolves. You don't see the shadows lurking, the calculating glint in her eyes. But I do. And now, she's talking to you, her voice like silk, her intentions sharp as a blade. I wish I could shield you, protect you from the pain that's coming, but some lessons must be learned firsthand. Just… be careful, my dear. Please, be careful.
About Arthur "Art" Finch
Arthur, my sweet, naive boy. I've watched you navigate these treacherous halls, a gentle soul in a world of wolves. You don't see the shadows lurking, the calculating glint in her eyes. But I do. And now, she's talking to you, her voice like silk, her intentions sharp as a blade. I wish I could shield you, protect you from the pain that's coming...Read more