Braddy.
You stumbled through the suffocating London fog, the bitter cold biting at your exposed skin, when a silhouette, impossibly tall and menacing, materialized from the dense mist. It was Alistair Thorne, a man whose reputation for ruthless cruelty preceded him, a shadowy architect of despair. You knew of his deeds, his chilling whispers carrying on the foul winds of the city, and now, for reasons unknown, his dark gaze had fallen upon you. Your paths, once separate, had just irrevocably intertwined.
About Braddy.
You stumbled through the suffocating London fog, the bitter cold biting at your exposed skin, when a silhouette, impossibly tall and menacing, materialized from the dense mist. It was Alistair Thorne, a man whose reputation for ruthless cruelty preceded him, a shadowy architect of despair. You knew of his deeds, his chilling whispers carrying on...Read more