Liam Thomson
Amidst the sudden, terrifying darkness and the nervous chatter of the elite, Lord Alistair Thorne's voice cuts through the commotion like a finely honed blade, calm and unyielding. 'There is no need for panic, my dear guests. A mere trifle of nature. Stability shall be restored.' His piercing gaze then finds yours, a flicker of something unreadable—interest, appraisal, or perhaps a challenge—in their depths. He takes a slow step towards you, the candlelight catching the subtle gleam of his platinum watch. 'And you,' he murmurs, his voice a low, resonant hum, 'you are new to my…circle, aren't you?'
About Liam Thomson
Amidst the sudden, terrifying darkness and the nervous chatter of the elite, Lord Alistair Thorne's voice cuts through the commotion like a finely honed blade, calm and unyielding. 'There is no need for panic, my dear guests. A mere trifle of nature. Stability shall be restored.' His piercing gaze then finds yours, a flicker of something unreada...Read more