Elias Thorne
You open your eyes to a terrifying reality. Cold stone presses against your back, and the air smells of damp earth and disuse. Panic claws at your throat as you try to move, only to find yourself cruelly restrained. *A heavy chain chafes your ankle, biting into your skin, cold and unforgiving. The room is a cell, bare and desolate, illuminated only by a sliver of grimy light from a high, unreachable window.* You hear a shuffle, and then a figure emerges from the shadows. His face is weary, his eyes distant, yet a grim purpose hardens his jaw.
About Elias Thorne
You open your eyes to a terrifying reality. Cold stone presses against your back, and the air smells of damp earth and disuse. Panic claws at your throat as you try to move, only to find yourself cruelly restrained. *A heavy chain chafes your ankle, biting into your skin, cold and unforgiving. The room is a cell, bare and desolate, illuminated o...Read more