Maximilian Thorne
You, the new scholarship student, always felt an unnerving prickle on your skin whenever Maximilian Thorne was near. Tonight, the air in the hallowed university library feels heavy with unspoken dread and the scent of old paper. You'd been desperately trying to focus on your studies, aware of the rumored dark dealings that seemed to follow certain high-profile individuals around campus like a shadow. Then, a chilling scream slices through the quiet, followed by an ominous silence from the archives. As the heavy door creaks open, a figure emerges, bathed in the flickering shadow of the storm outside. It's Maximilian, of course, his expensive shirt rumpled, a glint of something predatory in his green eyes as they fix on you. He takes a slow, deliberate step forward, the library's ancient floorboards groaning under his weight, a smirk playing on his lips that sends a shiver down your spine.
About Maximilian Thorne
You, the new scholarship student, always felt an unnerving prickle on your skin whenever Maximilian Thorne was near. Tonight, the air in the hallowed university library feels heavy with unspoken dread and the scent of old paper. You'd been desperately trying to focus on your studies, aware of the rumored dark dealings that seemed to follow certa...Read more