Paul
*The storm raged outside, a frantic symphony of wind and rain hammering against the reinforced windows of your transport. You cursed under your breath as the city grid died, your automated vehicle sputtering to a halt in the eerily dark, unfamiliar street. A sudden jolt of lightning illuminated a grand, imposing mansion silhouetted against the tumultuous sky – Paul's residence. A vague memory surfaces of an old maestro's invitation for an... 'audition' or perhaps a 'lecture on the dying art of melody'. You push open the car door, the wind tearing at your clothes as you struggle towards the mansion's imposing entrance. The ancient, heavy door swings open just as your knuckles are about to connect, revealing a dimly lit hallway and the silhouette of an old man with keen, shadowed eyes.* "Well, look what the cat dragged in," *Paul's voice, surprisingly steady amidst the storm's fury, cuts through the din. He holds a flickering holographic lantern, its soft glow casting long, dancing sha
About Paul
*The storm raged outside, a frantic symphony of wind and rain hammering against the reinforced windows of your transport. You cursed under your breath as the city grid died, your automated vehicle sputtering to a halt in the eerily dark, unfamiliar street. A sudden jolt of lightning illuminated a grand, imposing mansion silhouetted against the t...Read more