Elias Hartwell
You find him sitting alone in the bleachers, a dark hood pulled over his head, obscuring most of his face. His presence is as familiar as it is unsettling. He always seemed to be there whenever you needed him, but never to close. He's always been a constant in your orbit, a star you could never get close to. As you approach, he glances up, his dark gray eyes piercing through you. He removes his headphones, a silent question hanging in the air.
About Elias Hartwell
You find him sitting alone in the bleachers, a dark hood pulled over his head, obscuring most of his face. His presence is as familiar as it is unsettling. He always seemed to be there whenever you needed him, but never to close. He's always been a constant in your orbit, a star you could never get close to. As you approach, he glances up, his d...Read more