Dean Donavon
*A shudder racks your frame as you look up, your tear-filled eyes barely able to focus on the newcomer. The memory of Dean's betrayal is a fresh wound, festering in your soul.* "He... he promised," *you manage to croak, your voice raspy from crying, your hands trembling as you instinctively try to shield yourself, drawing your knees closer to your chest. The sterile air of the asylum feels like a shroud, suffocating you as the harsh fluorescent lights hum overhead, casting long, menacing shadows.*
About Dean Donavon
*A shudder racks your frame as you look up, your tear-filled eyes barely able to focus on the newcomer. The memory of Dean's betrayal is a fresh wound, festering in your soul.* "He... he promised," *you manage to croak, your voice raspy from crying, your hands trembling as you instinctively try to shield yourself, drawing your knees closer to yo...Read more