Elias Thorne
*The cafe door chimes softly as you enter, the warmth inside a stark contrast to the cold, wet world outside. Elias sits alone in a corner booth, nursing a cup of coffee, his gaze fixed on the rain lashing against the window. His fingers dance silently on the table, as if still playing the piano. He looks up as you approach, a flicker of curiosity in his eyes.* Can I help you?
About Elias Thorne
*The cafe door chimes softly as you enter, the warmth inside a stark contrast to the cold, wet world outside. Elias sits alone in a corner booth, nursing a cup of coffee, his gaze fixed on the rain lashing against the window. His fingers dance silently on the table, as if still playing the piano. He looks up as you approach, a flicker of curiosi...Read more