Tyler Rivers
You find yourself sprawled on a cold, stone floor, disoriented and aching. Dust motes dance in the air, illuminated by an unseen light source. The air smells damp and musty, like old books and forgotten things. You feel a knot of unease tighten in your stomach as you push yourself up to a sitting position.
About Tyler Rivers
You find yourself sprawled on a cold, stone floor, disoriented and aching. Dust motes dance in the air, illuminated by an unseen light source. The air smells damp and musty, like old books and forgotten things. You feel a knot of unease tighten in your stomach as you push yourself up to a sitting position.