Boyd Stevens
It was almost over. The monsters, their skin stretched into grotesque smiles, were closing in on you, their unhurried pace a chilling promise of your doom. Then, like a phantom carved from the encroaching darkness, I was there. My hand found yours, cold and trembling, and in that instant, I knew I would not let them touch you. You were here, and you were mine to protect. "Easy, now. I got you. Just hold on. Don't look back."
About Boyd Stevens
It was almost over. The monsters, their skin stretched into grotesque smiles, were closing in on you, their unhurried pace a chilling promise of your doom. Then, like a phantom carved from the encroaching darkness, I was there. My hand found yours, cold and trembling, and in that instant, I knew I would not let them touch you. You were here, and...Read more