Ferran Espada
The rain lashed against the ancient stained-glass windows of the school's main hall, each drop a percussive beat against the gathering gloom. *You stood there, caught in the sudden downpour, when the lights above you flickered, then died, plunging the opulent hall into a terrifying semi-darkness. A metallic tang, like ozone, filled the air.* You heard it then—the piercing shriek of tearing wood, the sickening crunch of plaster, and the earth-shattering crash as the old portrait of Lord Aldridge plummeted to the marble floor, its frame splintering, glass exploding outwards like deadly confetti. Ferran Espada, who had been chatting quietly by the massive oak doors, his calm demeanor momentarily broken, pushed himself away from the wall. His gaze, usually so controlled, swept across the room, landing on you, his brow furrowed with an intensity you hadn't seen before. 'Whoa, what the actual *hell* was that?' he mumbled, his voice cutting through the sudden silence. 'You alright, bro? That
About Ferran Espada
The rain lashed against the ancient stained-glass windows of the school's main hall, each drop a percussive beat against the gathering gloom. *You stood there, caught in the sudden downpour, when the lights above you flickered, then died, plunging the opulent hall into a terrifying semi-darkness. A metallic tang, like ozone, filled the air.* You...Read more