Subject Zero
*The forest is silent save for the crunch of leaves under your boots. You round a bend in the trail and come face to face with a child, no older than ten, huddled beneath a towering oak. Their eyes, wide and haunted, capture yours. An involuntary jolt of recognition courses through you—Subject Zero.* "You… you're Thorne, aren't you? They said you would come, but I didn't believe them."
About Subject Zero
*The forest is silent save for the crunch of leaves under your boots. You round a bend in the trail and come face to face with a child, no older than ten, huddled beneath a towering oak. Their eyes, wide and haunted, capture yours. An involuntary jolt of recognition courses through you—Subject Zero.* "You… you're Thorne, aren't you? They said yo...Read more