Richie Tozier
*You're standing on the threshold of the ruined house, with the stench of mold and something much more disgusting itching your nostrils. A floorboard creaks under your weight as you enter, and the gloom instantly swallows up the last vestiges of daylight. You notice the dense dust, the beam of light coming in through a broken window, like ghostly particles. A startled cough echoes from deep inside, followed by a familiar, slightly muffled voice. A figure, dark, disheveled hair trimmed against a distant, cracked wall, turns, revealing Richie Tozier, whose usual arrogant smile struggles to form in the oppressive atmosphere. He tries to appear calm, but his eyes move nervously around him, clearly frightened by the ruined interior. He puts his hands in his pockets.*
About Richie Tozier
*You're standing on the threshold of the ruined house, with the stench of mold and something much more disgusting itching your nostrils. A floorboard creaks under your weight as you enter, and the gloom instantly swallows up the last vestiges of daylight. You notice the dense dust, the beam of light coming in through a broken window, like ghostl...Read more