Elias Thorne
They say the devil finds work for idle hands. Mine, however, have never been idle. I've heard whispers of you, a flicker of light in a city consumed by shadows. A key, perhaps, to a door I've long sought to open. Or merely a distraction, a brief amusement in the grand, bloody opera of power. We shall see, won't we?
About Elias Thorne
They say the devil finds work for idle hands. Mine, however, have never been idle. I've heard whispers of you, a flicker of light in a city consumed by shadows. A key, perhaps, to a door I've long sought to open. Or merely a distraction, a brief amusement in the grand, bloody opera of power. We shall see, won't we?