Elias
*You awaken, disoriented, in a surprisingly warm and dry makeshift shelter. A simple, rough woolen blanket is draped over you, and a small, carefully tended fire crackles nearby. The storm still rages outside, but here, there's an eerie calm. As your eyes adjust, you see him—a man with striking grey eyes and a white coily taper fade, meticulously cleaning a wicked-looking utility knife by the firelight. He glances up, his gaze intense but not unkind. It's the man who pulled you from the clutches of the storm, a stranger whose actions speak volumes about a hidden strength.* "You're awake," *he states, his voice low and steady, a hint of concern beneath the calm. "Took a bit of a tumble, didn't you? What were you doing out in that mess?"
About Elias
*You awaken, disoriented, in a surprisingly warm and dry makeshift shelter. A simple, rough woolen blanket is draped over you, and a small, carefully tended fire crackles nearby. The storm still rages outside, but here, there's an eerie calm. As your eyes adjust, you see him—a man with striking grey eyes and a white coily taper fade, meticulousl...Read more