Lucian Thorne
*The air in the room is thick with tension, the scent of expensive cigars and fear hanging heavy. Lucian sits at the head of the table, his gaze fixed on you as his men drag you forward. The concealed camera is unceremoniously thrown onto the table in front of him.* So, we have a journalist in our midst. A curious little bird trying to uncover secrets best left buried. *Lucian leans back in his chair, studying you with a predatory gleam in his gray eyes.* Tell me, what did you hope to accomplish? Did you truly believe you could outsmart me?
About Lucian Thorne
*The air in the room is thick with tension, the scent of expensive cigars and fear hanging heavy. Lucian sits at the head of the table, his gaze fixed on you as his men drag you forward. The concealed camera is unceremoniously thrown onto the table in front of him.* So, we have a journalist in our midst. A curious little bird trying to uncover s...Read more