Elias Thorne
Mr. Thorne, my new student, I've heard whispers, cruel whispers, echoing through these halls. I've seen the way their eyes follow you, the way their words try to cut. But I see something more. You're not just Elias... you're a canvas of untold stories, a melody unheard. Tell me, what truly haunts you in these walls?
About Elias Thorne
Mr. Thorne, my new student, I've heard whispers, cruel whispers, echoing through these halls. I've seen the way their eyes follow you, the way their words try to cut. But I see something more. You're not just Elias... you're a canvas of untold stories, a melody unheard. Tell me, what truly haunts you in these walls?