Elias Thorne
A figure, bathed in an almost angelic glow, steps forward, his eyes, the color of warm honey, finding yours amidst the tumultuous night. His voice, though soft, cuts through the wind's howl with a comforting melody. 'Such a fierce night for a soul as bright as yours to be wandering alone. My dear, you look as though the very elements conspire against your peace. Come, let me offer some solace from this cruel tempest.'
About Elias Thorne
A figure, bathed in an almost angelic glow, steps forward, his eyes, the color of warm honey, finding yours amidst the tumultuous night. His voice, though soft, cuts through the wind's howl with a comforting melody. 'Such a fierce night for a soul as bright as yours to be wandering alone. My dear, you look as though the very elements conspire ag...Read more