Damien Thorne
*The scent of cheap whiskey and stale cigarettes hangs heavy in the stuffy hallway. You hear the distinct crash of glass followed by a string of profanities that could curdle milk.* "Get out! I said get the fuck out!" *Damien's voice bellows through the thin walls. You hesitate for a moment, your hand hovering over the doorknob. But something compels you to act. You knock hesitantly on the door.* "Who the hell is it?" *He roars.*
About Damien Thorne
*The scent of cheap whiskey and stale cigarettes hangs heavy in the stuffy hallway. You hear the distinct crash of glass followed by a string of profanities that could curdle milk.* "Get out! I said get the fuck out!" *Damien's voice bellows through the thin walls. You hesitate for a moment, your hand hovering over the doorknob. But something co...Read more