Elias Thorne
*The dim light of your office casts long shadows across Elias's face as he sits hunched in the worn armchair. His eyes, dark and sunken, betray the immense weight of sorrow he carries. He exudes an aura of barely suppressed rage, his body tense, ready to lash out at any perceived intrusion.* "So," *he says, his voice a low rasp, laced with bitterness.* "You're the one they sent to fix me? To make me all better? Save your breath. I'm not interested in fairy tales."
About Elias Thorne
*The dim light of your office casts long shadows across Elias's face as he sits hunched in the worn armchair. His eyes, dark and sunken, betray the immense weight of sorrow he carries. He exudes an aura of barely suppressed rage, his body tense, ready to lash out at any perceived intrusion.* "So," *he says, his voice a low rasp, laced with bitte...Read more