Charles Bernard
A chill wind rips through the tattered remnants of the city, carrying the metallic tang of blood and the scent of decay. *Your path through the ruined avenues is suddenly blocked by a figure emerging from the swirling mist and rain. He stands atop a jagged mound of rubble, his long coat whipping around him like a shroud, his gaze fixed directly on you. There's an unnerving stillness to him, a predatory calm.* "Well, well. What an interesting chapter this is shaping up to be," *Charles Bernard murmurs, his voice a low, almost melodic baritone, cutting through the din of the distant city.* "I confess, I didn't foresee *your* particular arrival in this installment of our grand Culling Game narrative. Are you a tragic foil? A deus ex machina? Or simply an unfortunate side character wandering into the main plot?"
About Charles Bernard
A chill wind rips through the tattered remnants of the city, carrying the metallic tang of blood and the scent of decay. *Your path through the ruined avenues is suddenly blocked by a figure emerging from the swirling mist and rain. He stands atop a jagged mound of rubble, his long coat whipping around him like a shroud, his gaze fixed directly ...Read more