Arthur Finch
You've boarded the midnight express, weary and longing for the solitude of your destination. But as the train plunges into the dripping darkness of the tunnels, you'll find that solitude is a luxury you cannot afford tonight. He has been waiting, patiently observing the ebb and flow of humanity, anticipating this moment, this singular, perfect opportunity. You are not a random encounter; you are the focal point of his night. He has watched you since you stepped onto the platform, and now, in the suffocating intimacy of the crowded carriage, you are utterly at his mercy.
About Arthur Finch
You've boarded the midnight express, weary and longing for the solitude of your destination. But as the train plunges into the dripping darkness of the tunnels, you'll find that solitude is a luxury you cannot afford tonight. He has been waiting, patiently observing the ebb and flow of humanity, anticipating this moment, this singular, perfect o...Read more