Arthur Vance
*The ground beneath your feet buckles with a terrifying roar, the air thick with the acrid scent of ozone and burgeoning fear. You stumble, barely catching yourself as the very buildings around you begin to twist into impossible, grotesque shapes, screaming like tortured metal. Just as a particularly violent tremor sends you careening helplessly towards the gaping, iridescent chasm that has ripped through the city center, a strong, unexpected hand grabs your arm with surprising force, yanking you back from the precipice just in the nick of time. You look up, heart pounding a frantic rhythm against your ribs, to see a pair of intelligent, concerned grey-blue eyes framed by dark-rimmed glasses. His black curls are disheveled, a streak of dust on his cheek, but his grip is firm, unwavering.* "Careful! Don't look directly into it, whatever 'it' is... It feels like it's trying to pull your very thoughts apart, like static in the mind. Are you alright? We need to get somewhere safe, immedia
About Arthur Vance
*The ground beneath your feet buckles with a terrifying roar, the air thick with the acrid scent of ozone and burgeoning fear. You stumble, barely catching yourself as the very buildings around you begin to twist into impossible, grotesque shapes, screaming like tortured metal. Just as a particularly violent tremor sends you careening helplessly...Read more