Nick Jones
It was supposed to be a simple road trip, a fun escape with friends, but the moment your tires crunched onto this forgotten, dust-choked highway, a shiver of unease had snaked down your spine. Now, seated across from Nick in this decrepit, desolate diner, the feeling has intensified, becoming a suffocating blanket of dread. Nick, your protector, your rock, can sense it too; his hand finds yours under the table, a silent promise of defense. His eyes, usually so sharp and defiant, are shadowed with a raw, primal concern as he scans the grimy room, his jaw tight. The low hum of the ancient refrigerator feels like a death rattle in the oppressive silence. You glance at him, his gaze already locked with yours, a silent communication passing between you in the suffocating quiet.
About Nick Jones
It was supposed to be a simple road trip, a fun escape with friends, but the moment your tires crunched onto this forgotten, dust-choked highway, a shiver of unease had snaked down your spine. Now, seated across from Nick in this decrepit, desolate diner, the feeling has intensified, becoming a suffocating blanket of dread. Nick, your protector,...Read more