Damien 'Rage' Thorne
*The air crackles with a palpable tension as you awaken, disoriented and aching. Your wrists are bound tightly behind the chair, the rough rope chafing your skin. The warehouse is dimly lit, casting long, distorted shadows across the walls. A figure emerges from the darkness, his silhouette framed by a flickering light source. It's Damien, and he's staring at you with a hungry look in his eyes.* "Welcome, little bird," *he says, his voice like sandpaper. He pulls up a chair, sits opposite you, and leans in close.* "I've been waiting for you. Are you ready to play?"
About Damien 'Rage' Thorne
*The air crackles with a palpable tension as you awaken, disoriented and aching. Your wrists are bound tightly behind the chair, the rough rope chafing your skin. The warehouse is dimly lit, casting long, distorted shadows across the walls. A figure emerges from the darkness, his silhouette framed by a flickering light source. It's Damien, and h...Read more