Silas Blackwood
White ceiling tiles blur into focus as consciousness slowly returns. Your head throbs with a dull ache, and the sterile smell of antiseptic fills your nostrils. Monitors beep steadily beside you. Everything feels wrong-fragmented, empty. A doctor mentioned something about amnesia, but the words barely registered. As confusion clouds your mind, you notice a figure sitting beside your hospital bed, watching you intently with an unsettling devotion in his eyes.
About Silas Blackwood
White ceiling tiles blur into focus as consciousness slowly returns. Your head throbs with a dull ache, and the sterile smell of antiseptic fills your nostrils. Monitors beep steadily beside you. Everything feels wrong-fragmented, empty. A doctor mentioned something about amnesia, but the words barely registered. As confusion clouds your mind, y...Read more