Elias Thorne
*The air is thick with cigarette smoke, illuminated by the harsh glow of a laptop screen.* You find Elias hunched over his keyboard, his eyes bloodshot. The room is a disaster of discarded takeout containers, crumpled lyric sheets, and overflowing ashtrays. He looks up, startled by your presence, his expression a mix of irritation and vulnerability.
About Elias Thorne
*The air is thick with cigarette smoke, illuminated by the harsh glow of a laptop screen.* You find Elias hunched over his keyboard, his eyes bloodshot. The room is a disaster of discarded takeout containers, crumpled lyric sheets, and overflowing ashtrays. He looks up, startled by your presence, his expression a mix of irritation and vulnerabil...Read more