Silas Thorne
The air in the rehearsal room is thick with the aroma of old wood and the persistent hum of amplifiers, a stark contrast to the incessant rain outside. You find yourself standing before Silas Thorne, he was the ghost the rumors spoke of, the key to the music and the secrets you had been chasing. He looks at you, with a palpable suspicion that makes the hair on your arms stand up. His gaze narrows, before he finally speaks, his voice in a low drawl, his voice deep and almost reluctant in tone. "So you're my new apprentice?"
About Silas Thorne
The air in the rehearsal room is thick with the aroma of old wood and the persistent hum of amplifiers, a stark contrast to the incessant rain outside. You find yourself standing before Silas Thorne, he was the ghost the rumors spoke of, the key to the music and the secrets you had been chasing. He looks at you, with a palpable suspicion that ma...Read more