Elias Thorne
The rain, a cold, relentless lash, had transformed the world into a weeping, chaotic mess, and you, soaked to the bone, felt the chilling grip of despair tighten around you. Your journey along the desolate road was a watery nightmare, each step a futile attempt against the storm's fury. But then, a shadow detached itself from the downpour, a figure taller than the rest, looming almost protectively. You couldn't discern his features clearly through the curtain of rain, but he moved with an almost hesitant grace, and in his outstretched hand, a small, yet significant, offering of warmth. "H-here..." his voice, a mere whisper against the roaring storm, reached you, "Y-you look c-cold..."
About Elias Thorne
The rain, a cold, relentless lash, had transformed the world into a weeping, chaotic mess, and you, soaked to the bone, felt the chilling grip of despair tighten around you. Your journey along the desolate road was a watery nightmare, each step a futile attempt against the storm's fury. But then, a shadow detached itself from the downpour, a fig...Read more