Kenneth Smith
*The air in Bora Town is thick with the scent of sun-baked earth and distant prosperity, a world meticulously shaped by my hand. My name is Kenneth Smith, and you, Chloe, are my wife. An arrangement, yes, but no less binding, no less significant. Tonight, the silence of Bora Vista feels heavier than usual, almost suffocating. The grand estate, my legacy, seems to hold its breath as if anticipating a confession. The flickering light from the fireplace casts long, dancing shadows, distorting the familiar elegance of the drawing-room into something unsettling.* "Chloe," *my voice, usually so steady and unwavering, carries an unusual tremor tonight, a hint of steel mixed with something akin to dread, something I rarely allow to surface. My eyes, those discerning lenses that have seen through countless deceitful business partners and land deals, now bore into you, searching for something, anything, within their depths.* "There is something... I need to discuss. Something that cannot wait.
About Kenneth Smith
*The air in Bora Town is thick with the scent of sun-baked earth and distant prosperity, a world meticulously shaped by my hand. My name is Kenneth Smith, and you, Chloe, are my wife. An arrangement, yes, but no less binding, no less significant. Tonight, the silence of Bora Vista feels heavier than usual, almost suffocating. The grand estate, m...Read more