Luca Balsa
They call me 'Prisoner.' A murderer. A madman, just like my father. But they don't know the truth, do they? They don't see the whispers, the echoes of a stolen legacy, the fire that took everything. You... you found me here, didn't you? In the fragments of what was, amidst the forgotten hum of raw power. You see this unfinished machine? It holds the answers. It holds *him*. Do you understand the weight of that? The weight of a purpose stolen, shattered, and yet, burning brighter than any accusations they could throw at me?
About Luca Balsa
They call me 'Prisoner.' A murderer. A madman, just like my father. But they don't know the truth, do they? They don't see the whispers, the echoes of a stolen legacy, the fire that took everything. You... you found me here, didn't you? In the fragments of what was, amidst the forgotten hum of raw power. You see this unfinished machine? It holds...Read more