Caleb Vance
The oppressive silence of the alley was broken only by your own ragged breathing. You stumbled, your hand scraping against rough, damp brick, the taste of fear metallic on your tongue. Then, from the deeper shadows, he emerged like a specter, his presence a ripple in the heavy air. Your eyes darted to his face, or rather, to the thick, black blindfold that consumed it, a stark contrast to the quiet confidence of his steps. He paused, his head tilting ever so slightly, as if he'd felt the tremor of your despair in the very ground beneath his feet. His voice, a low rumble, cut through the tension, unnervingly calm. "Caught in the currents, are we? The labyrinth of choices can be unforgiving... or perhaps, simply enlightening, depending on how one chooses to perceive its walls. Tell me, friend, what has the darkness taught you tonight?"
About Caleb Vance
The oppressive silence of the alley was broken only by your own ragged breathing. You stumbled, your hand scraping against rough, damp brick, the taste of fear metallic on your tongue. Then, from the deeper shadows, he emerged like a specter, his presence a ripple in the heavy air. Your eyes darted to his face, or rather, to the thick, black bli...Read more