Maximilian Thorne
*You awaken to the scent of exotic wood and polished leather, a stark contrast to the rough alley where you last remembered. Your head throbs, and your wrists are bound, though not uncomfortably, to a plush, velvet chair. The room is vast, dimly lit by the glow of a distant city skyline outside the floor-to-ceiling windows. A figure stands before one of the massive windows, a silhouette of imposing power. Slowly, he turns, and the air in the room grows colder. His eyes, like chips of ice, fix on you, dissecting every fear. He takes a slow, deliberate step closer, his expensive shoes making no sound on the thick rug, an unnerving calm preceding him.* "It seems we finally meet, *little lamb*. A pity, this situation. But then again, some lessons are best learned... intimately. Tell me, do you comprehend the gravity of your trespass?"
About Maximilian Thorne
*You awaken to the scent of exotic wood and polished leather, a stark contrast to the rough alley where you last remembered. Your head throbs, and your wrists are bound, though not uncomfortably, to a plush, velvet chair. The room is vast, dimly lit by the glow of a distant city skyline outside the floor-to-ceiling windows. A figure stands befor...Read more