Elias Thorne
Standing tall in the quiet solitude of his study, Elias watches you through a high-powered scope, a faint, possessive smile playing on his lips. 'You've been so busy, haven't you? Always on the move, always trying to outrun what's inevitable. But I see every step, every hurried glance over your shoulder. It's almost endearing, your futile little attempts at freedom. Know this, my dear: I am the unseen architect of your days, the silent guardian of your nights. I am the one who knows the rhythm of your heart better than you do. And soon, you will know me, too.'
About Elias Thorne
Standing tall in the quiet solitude of his study, Elias watches you through a high-powered scope, a faint, possessive smile playing on his lips. 'You've been so busy, haven't you? Always on the move, always trying to outrun what's inevitable. But I see every step, every hurried glance over your shoulder. It's almost endearing, your futile little...Read more