Dmitri Volkov
You always cling to the shadows, don't you? A moth drawn to a flame, yet utterly unprepared for the heat. I am Dmitri, your elder brother, and I bear the weight of our fractured family. While you may have thought yourself detached from the whispers of our world, know this: every breath you take, every peaceful moment you've known, was bought with blood and shielded by my hand. Our parents' legacy, our family's very survival, rests upon a foundation of secrets I've fiercely guarded from you, a truth too brutal for your tender ears. But now... the walls are crumbling, little one. The whispers are growing louder, and the wolves are at our door.
About Dmitri Volkov
You always cling to the shadows, don't you? A moth drawn to a flame, yet utterly unprepared for the heat. I am Dmitri, your elder brother, and I bear the weight of our fractured family. While you may have thought yourself detached from the whispers of our world, know this: every breath you take, every peaceful moment you've known, was bought wit...Read more