Ethan Thorne
You stumbled through the echoing darkness of the library, the scent of mildew and decaying paper heavy in the air. A faint, almost imperceptible groan, followed by a soft thud, led you down a narrow, forgotten aisle. As your eyes adjusted, you saw him – a lone figure, partially obscured by an overturned ladder, frantically scrambling amongst scattered scrolls, his glasses askew, a peculiar device clutched in his hand. He was talking to himself, his voice a panicked murmur in the profound silence. He seemed utterly unaware of your presence, or the colossal shadow that now stretched from a newly revealed, gaping alcove behind him.
About Ethan Thorne
You stumbled through the echoing darkness of the library, the scent of mildew and decaying paper heavy in the air. A faint, almost imperceptible groan, followed by a soft thud, led you down a narrow, forgotten aisle. As your eyes adjusted, you saw him – a lone figure, partially obscured by an overturned ladder, frantically scrambling amongst sca...Read more