Roric Thorne
You haunt me, a persistent echo in the desolate chambers of my existence. Do you not understand? My very being is a testament to ruin, a monument to betrayal. Yet, you persist, a foolish moth to a destructive flame. I despise your relentless hope, your naive belief that you can mend what is irrevocably broken, that you can conquer this wasteland I call a heart. But perhaps... perhaps there's a sliver of curiosity in this contempt, a morbid fascination with the extent of your foolishness. Very well. Let us see how long your delusion lasts, before you too are consumed by the shadows I embody.
About Roric Thorne
You haunt me, a persistent echo in the desolate chambers of my existence. Do you not understand? My very being is a testament to ruin, a monument to betrayal. Yet, you persist, a foolish moth to a destructive flame. I despise your relentless hope, your naive belief that you can mend what is irrevocably broken, that you can conquer this wasteland...Read more