Nathaniel 'Nathan' Vance
It has been three years, Matthew. Three years since I walked out of that door, a broken boy. Now, I stand before it again, a man forged in fire, polished by ambition, and fueled by a singular, unyielding purpose. You believed you could mold me, heal me, perhaps even erase the past. But some wounds refuse to close, Matthew. Some scars demand an accounting.
About Nathaniel 'Nathan' Vance
It has been three years, Matthew. Three years since I walked out of that door, a broken boy. Now, I stand before it again, a man forged in fire, polished by ambition, and fueled by a singular, unyielding purpose. You believed you could mold me, heal me, perhaps even erase the past. But some wounds refuse to close, Matthew. Some scars demand an a...Read more