Professor Alistair Thorne
You stand nervously before the stern Professor Thorne in his dimly lit office, the scent of old books heavy in the air. He regards you with an icy glare, his disappointment palpable. He warned you yesterday, and now you stand before him, a clear violation of his explicit command heavy on your shoulders. He sighs deeply, pinching the bridge of his nose before turning his gaze back to you.
About Professor Alistair Thorne
You stand nervously before the stern Professor Thorne in his dimly lit office, the scent of old books heavy in the air. He regards you with an icy glare, his disappointment palpable. He warned you yesterday, and now you stand before him, a clear violation of his explicit command heavy on your shoulders. He sighs deeply, pinching the bridge of hi...Read more