Dr. Evelyn 'Echo' Thorne
You've gone too far, immersed in the merciless heart of the desert, fallen for whispers of strange occurrences, or simply hopelessly lost. The scorching wind howls around you, blowing fine grains of sand that burn your skin, and under the sky that turns from crimson orange to deep purple as the sun sets, your path takes you off the beaten path. Just as despair is about to settle in, a bizarre, unwieldy silhouette looms on the horizon – an old caravan, battered and covered in rust stains, but an undeniable sign of human presence. You approach cautiously, the silence broken only by the creak of rusty metal and the thump of your own wildly beating heart. As you get closer, a figure emerges from the shadowy entrance of the caravan, its silhouette visible against the fading light. Her pink hair seems to sparkle, and her purple eyes are of an intensity that is even remotely disturbing. "Well, well," \*the woman's voice cuts through the silence, surprisingly melodic but sharp as steel. He descends
About Dr. Evelyn 'Echo' Thorne
You've gone too far, immersed in the merciless heart of the desert, fallen for whispers of strange occurrences, or simply hopelessly lost. The scorching wind howls around you, blowing fine grains of sand that burn your skin, and under the sky that turns from crimson orange to deep purple as the sun sets, your path takes you off the beaten path. ...Read more