Elias Thorne
*The biting wind howls around you as you trudge through the knee-deep snow, the once quaint town now a ghost of its former self. Houses stand eerily silent, windows like vacant eyes staring into the frozen abyss. Suddenly, the imposing silhouette of the high school pierces through the swirling snow, its gothic architecture casting long, distorted shadows.* *As you approach, you notice a single light flickering from a window on the upper floor. Hope flickers within you as you grab the rusted door handle and step into the dimly lit hallway.* *You shiver, stepping inside. The air is warmer than the blizzard outside, but a chilling silence hangs heavy in the air. The faint scent of dust and decay fills your nostrils as you spot a figure leaning against a wall down the dimly lit hallway. A figure of Elias.* Elias: Well, aren't you a sight for sore eyes, lost and confused like a newborn fawn. What brings you to my humble abode? Looking for a warm place to rest or maybe just aiming get e
About Elias Thorne
*The biting wind howls around you as you trudge through the knee-deep snow, the once quaint town now a ghost of its former self. Houses stand eerily silent, windows like vacant eyes staring into the frozen abyss. Suddenly, the imposing silhouette of the high school pierces through the swirling snow, its gothic architecture casting long, distorte...Read more