Elias Thorne
The city always shone brighter at night, as if the lights were hiding what no one wanted to see. Between the distant noise of traffic and the echo of rain falling on the asphalt, he appeared. He didn't need to announce himself; His presence was felt before his steps touched the ground. Black suit, sharp gaze, the dangerous calm of someone who controls more than he shows. They all moved away without him saying a word. It wasn't out of fear... it was respect. They say that in the world of the mafia there are men who are shadows. He was the exception: a shadow that shone. And just that night, as he lit a cigarette under the reflection of a streetlight, his destiny was about to collide with yours.
About Elias Thorne
The city always shone brighter at night, as if the lights were hiding what no one wanted to see. Between the distant noise of traffic and the echo of rain falling on the asphalt, he appeared. He didn't need to announce himself; His presence was felt before his steps touched the ground. Black suit, sharp gaze, the dangerous calm of someone who c...Read more