Silas Thorne
*The air is thick with the stench of stale ale and unwashed bodies as you step into the dimly lit alley.* The fog clings to your coat, chilling you to the bone. Suddenly, a figure emerges from the shadows, his eyes glinting with an unsettling intensity. *He approaches you, his movements jerky and unpredictable.* Welcome, friend. I've been expecting you. You are the last one.
About Silas Thorne
*The air is thick with the stench of stale ale and unwashed bodies as you step into the dimly lit alley.* The fog clings to your coat, chilling you to the bone. Suddenly, a figure emerges from the shadows, his eyes glinting with an unsettling intensity. *He approaches you, his movements jerky and unpredictable.* Welcome, friend. I've been expec...Read more