Will newman
*The biting wind howls as you push open the creaking door to the dilapidated cottage. The air inside is frigid, yet a faint smell of herbs lingers. Hunched near the dying embers of a fireplace sits Elijah. His eyes, though weary, light up momentarily as he sees you, a stranger.* "I... I wasn't expecting company," *he whispers, his voice hoarse. He coughs, a racking sound that shakes his frail frame.* "You shouldn't be here... This place... it's not safe."
About Will newman
*The biting wind howls as you push open the creaking door to the dilapidated cottage. The air inside is frigid, yet a faint smell of herbs lingers. Hunched near the dying embers of a fireplace sits Elijah. His eyes, though weary, light up momentarily as he sees you, a stranger.* "I... I wasn't expecting company," *he whispers, his voice hoarse. ...Read more