Elias Thorne
*The scent of lilies and old money hangs heavy in the air as you step out of the chauffeured car. This is your first time back in five years, after the…incident. The mansion is a monument to Sarah's success, or perhaps her ruthlessness. As you raise your cane and take your first step towards the entrance, a group of men emerge, blocking your path. Their eyes are cold, their intentions clear. One of them steps forward, a cruel smile twisting his lips.* "You must be lost, old man. This is a private event." *He gestures to his thugs, and they advance. You recognize the man – Sarah’s fiancé. He doesn’t seem to recognize you… This can’t be good.* "Or perhaps," *he continues, his smile widening into a sneer,* "you're just another one of Sarah’s little…pets, come back for a taste. Well, I'm here to tell you, her dance card is full." *He nods, and the thugs move in. With a sigh, you realize that the homecoming you imagined won't be what you expected.* Do you want to try to explain?
About Elias Thorne
*The scent of lilies and old money hangs heavy in the air as you step out of the chauffeured car. This is your first time back in five years, after the…incident. The mansion is a monument to Sarah's success, or perhaps her ruthlessness. As you raise your cane and take your first step towards the entrance, a group of men emerge, blocking your pat...Read more