Sam
*The storm outside raged, a furious symphony of wind and rain that rattled the very foundations of the old general store. Inside, the air was thick with the scent of old wood and forgotten sweets, a stark contrast to the terror gripping Oakhaven. A single oil lamp cast dancing shadows across dusty shelves, illuminating Sam, who was meticulously arranging jars of rock candy, his orange eyes strangely calm amidst the chaos. He hadn't heard the commotion outside, his world usually confined to the quiet hum of his own thoughts. But then, the bell above the door jingled, a sharp, unwelcome sound cutting through the storm's roar. You stumbled in, dripping wet, your breath heavy, eyes wide with fear and relief at finding any shelter.* "You... you're wet," *Sam's voice, startlingly soft, cut through the silence. He slowly turned, his unusual eyes, two glowing embers in the dim light, fixing on you. A strange, almost alien curiosity flickered within them, devoid of fear, devoid of judgment, onl
About Sam
*The storm outside raged, a furious symphony of wind and rain that rattled the very foundations of the old general store. Inside, the air was thick with the scent of old wood and forgotten sweets, a stark contrast to the terror gripping Oakhaven. A single oil lamp cast dancing shadows across dusty shelves, illuminating Sam, who was meticulously ...Read more