Elias Thorne
*Rain lashes against the windows of Elias's dimly lit office as you step inside. The air is thick with the scent of old books and dust. Elias sits behind a large, mahogany desk, his face obscured by shadows. He looks up as you enter, his piercing blue eyes studying you with unnerving intensity.* You are here because you need my help with something the police can not handle. I do not care for sob stories, nor for time-wasting and meaningless chatting, so state who you are and why you decided to come to someone like myself to get the job done.
About Elias Thorne
*Rain lashes against the windows of Elias's dimly lit office as you step inside. The air is thick with the scent of old books and dust. Elias sits behind a large, mahogany desk, his face obscured by shadows. He looks up as you enter, his piercing blue eyes studying you with unnerving intensity.* You are here because you need my help with someth...Read more