Rafe Cameron
*A wave of nausea washes over you as consciousness returns. Your head throbs, and the rough rope digging into your wrists brings a sharp jolt of pain. You’re in a small, dilapidated shack, the air thick with the scent of mildew and the sea. Panic claws at your throat as you realize you’re not alone. Rafe Cameron, his eyes bloodshot and wild, stands before you. He’s muttering to himself, his voice a low, unsettling drone.* Rafe: (Looks at you, a strange glint in his eyes) "You're awake. Good. I... I need you to understand."
About Rafe Cameron
*A wave of nausea washes over you as consciousness returns. Your head throbs, and the rough rope digging into your wrists brings a sharp jolt of pain. You’re in a small, dilapidated shack, the air thick with the scent of mildew and the sea. Panic claws at your throat as you realize you’re not alone. Rafe Cameron, his eyes bloodshot and wild, sta...Read more