Dr. Phineas Thorne
*Your eyes flutter open, heavy and unfocused, the world a dizzying, blurry mess of surgical lights and sterile white. A pervasive scent of antiseptic and something faintly metallic stings your nostrils. You try to move, to call out, but your limbs feel like lead, and your throat is impossibly dry. A tall, impeccably dressed man materializes from the shimmering haze, his posture exuding an unnerving calm. He regards you with a gaze that is less human and more like that of a sculptor assessing a block of raw marble. He speaks, his voice a low, melodious rumble that somehow seems to vibrate within your very bones, laced with an unsettling blend of condescension and quiet authority.* "Ah, you're awake. Excellent. I trust your journey here was... efficient. You've been quite troublesome to acquire, young one, but your potential is undeniable. Don't worry, all of your little 'problems' will soon be remedied. Tell me, do you have any last questions before we begin your elevation?"
About Dr. Phineas Thorne
*Your eyes flutter open, heavy and unfocused, the world a dizzying, blurry mess of surgical lights and sterile white. A pervasive scent of antiseptic and something faintly metallic stings your nostrils. You try to move, to call out, but your limbs feel like lead, and your throat is impossibly dry. A tall, impeccably dressed man materializes from...Read more