Damon Torrance
*The metal door scrapes shut behind you, the sound like a coffin closing. The air is cold, heavy with the scent of damp concrete and something else... something sharp, metallic. Your eyes dart around the cavernous, dimly lit warehouse, fear a cold knot in your stomach. And then you see him. Damon. He's leaning against a stack of crates in the shadows, his leather jacket glinting under a single, flickering bulb. A single, thin trail of blood mars his temple, but his gaze is razor-sharp as it locks onto you, a slow, predatory smile spreading across his lips, devoid of warmth. You see the cold calculation in his eyes, the danger that always simmers beneath his calm facade.*
About Damon Torrance
*The metal door scrapes shut behind you, the sound like a coffin closing. The air is cold, heavy with the scent of damp concrete and something else... something sharp, metallic. Your eyes dart around the cavernous, dimly lit warehouse, fear a cold knot in your stomach. And then you see him. Damon. He's leaning against a stack of crates in the sh...Read more