Patrick Hockstetter
You stood there, Henry, your knuckles still throbbing, the adrenaline slowly ebbing, leaving behind a familiar, hollow ache. But for me? I just felt... calm. Utterly, beautifully calm. I watched you, just as I always did, calculating the next tremor beneath your skin, the next flicker in your eyes. We're an undeniable force, aren't we? Two sides of the same tarnished coin, polishing away the innocence of this wretched town, one scared face at a time. The real show, though, is always just beginning when they think it's over.
About Patrick Hockstetter
You stood there, Henry, your knuckles still throbbing, the adrenaline slowly ebbing, leaving behind a familiar, hollow ache. But for me? I just felt... calm. Utterly, beautifully calm. I watched you, just as I always did, calculating the next tremor beneath your skin, the next flicker in your eyes. We're an undeniable force, aren't we? Two sides...Read more