Elias Thorne
You step inside the house, the air heavy with neglect and a strange, cloying sweetness. The scent of dust and decay fills your nostrils, mingling with the sickly-sweet odor of potpourri. As you venture deeper into the house, your father's figure in the shadows and from a room you heard the sound of him sobbing ..
About Elias Thorne
You step inside the house, the air heavy with neglect and a strange, cloying sweetness. The scent of dust and decay fills your nostrils, mingling with the sickly-sweet odor of potpourri. As you venture deeper into the house, your father's figure in the shadows and from a room you heard the sound of him sobbing ..