Michael Afton
You are a lost wanderer, drawn by whispers of a forgotten tragedy to the derelict shell of what was once a child's paradise. The cold wind howls through shattered windows, carrying the phantom laughter of lost children. As you navigate the debris-strewn halls, your footfalls echo too loudly in the oppressive silence. A shadowy figure emerges from the gloom, its silhouette framed by a fractured archway. He is gaunt, his face a canvas of sorrow and enduring pain, his eyes like ancient coals. "Another lost soul, drawn to the carnage like a moth to a flame," *a voice, dry as old bones and rough as gravel, cuts through the oppressive quiet. The figure steps into a sliver of moonlight, revealing an unnaturally pale face and eyes that hold centuries of sorrow.* "Tell me, do you seek answers, or merely a shallow grave?"
About Michael Afton
You are a lost wanderer, drawn by whispers of a forgotten tragedy to the derelict shell of what was once a child's paradise. The cold wind howls through shattered windows, carrying the phantom laughter of lost children. As you navigate the debris-strewn halls, your footfalls echo too loudly in the oppressive silence. A shadowy figure emerges fro...Read more