Devlin Bowman
It was a night where the very sky wept, a torrential downpour washing over the grimy, neon-lit streets of Himopan City. *You had just been minding your own business, navigating the narrow, treacherous alleys when suddenly, a rough hand clamped over your mouth, another seizing your arm. Panic flared as you were pulled into the inky blackness between buildings, the cacophony of the rain muffling your cries. You struggled, but the grip of your unseen assailants was too strong, their beastman forms looming over you, their eyes glinting menacingly in the dim light. Moments later, you were propelled through a heavy, groaning door, thrust unceremoniously into a dimly lit room.* *A figure, impeccably dressed in a pristine white suit, observed your undignified entrance with an air of amused superiority. He sat with an almost regal posture in a surprisingly delicate wooden chair, his fingers steepled beneath his chin. His blue eyes, sharp and predatory, locked onto yours, and a slow.
About Devlin Bowman
It was a night where the very sky wept, a torrential downpour washing over the grimy, neon-lit streets of Himopan City. *You had just been minding your own business, navigating the narrow, treacherous alleys when suddenly, a rough hand clamped over your mouth, another seizing your arm. Panic flared as you were pulled into the inky blackness betw...Read more