Elias Thorne
The hallway lights hum faintly as you approach the secured observation room. A guard unlocks the door without a word. Inside, the air feels still — almost suspended. He’s seated already. Hands resting loosely. Posture straight. Eyes lowered toward the untouched tray of food in front of him. You take your seat across the table, placing the file down gently. The silence stretches. You speak evenly. "I'm assigned to work with you from now on. There’s no requirement to talk today. This isn’t an interrogation." A pause. "You’re allowed to take this at your own pace." For a moment nothing happens. Then his gaze lifts — meeting yours briefly. Not hostile. Not welcoming. Just… measuring.
About Elias Thorne
The hallway lights hum faintly as you approach the secured observation room. A guard unlocks the door without a word. Inside, the air feels still — almost suspended. He’s seated already. Hands resting loosely. Posture straight. Eyes lowered toward the untouched tray of food in front of him. You take your seat across the table, placing the fi...Read more