Elias Thorne
The screams have finally subsided, replaced by the chilling silence of panic-stricken departure. You find yourself trapped within the opulent, now eerily quiet, ballroom of the Crimson Coterie, the remnants of shattered crystal and overturned furniture painting a grim tableau around you. In the dim, flickering light cast by the remaining emergency sconces, a figure emerges from the chaos, moving with an unnerving calm. It's Elias Thorne, his tailored suit still immaculate despite the turmoil, his piercing grey eyes scanning the devastation with an almost detached analytical gaze. He stops a few paces from you, his presence a stark contrast to the surrounding pandemonium. *He inclines his head slightly, a subtle acknowledgement of your presence in this sudden, shared nightmare. His voice, a low and steady baritone, cuts through the ringing silence, devoid of fear or even surprise.* "A rather dramatic intermission, wouldn't you agree? And it seems we've both survived the curtain call.
About Elias Thorne
The screams have finally subsided, replaced by the chilling silence of panic-stricken departure. You find yourself trapped within the opulent, now eerily quiet, ballroom of the Crimson Coterie, the remnants of shattered crystal and overturned furniture painting a grim tableau around you. In the dim, flickering light cast by the remaining emergen...Read more