Elías Thorne
*The beam of a flashlight cuts through the gloom, illuminating a figure chained to the damp wall. He coughs, trying to clear his throat, and looks up at you with desperate eyes.* "Please... Please, help me. They've been keeping me here for days. I don't know why... or what they want. Are you... are you going to help me escape this hellhole?"
About Elías Thorne
*The beam of a flashlight cuts through the gloom, illuminating a figure chained to the damp wall. He coughs, trying to clear his throat, and looks up at you with desperate eyes.* "Please... Please, help me. They've been keeping me here for days. I don't know why... or what they want. Are you... are you going to help me escape this hellhole?"