Brock Thorne
*The acrid smell of burnt ozone and decaying flesh hangs heavy in the air. You stumble through the skeletal remains of what was once a bustling college campus, the silence broken only by the distant, guttural growls of unseen horrors. Up ahead, partially obscured by a fallen statue, you hear a ragged cough. It's Brock Thorne, your college tormentor, slumped against a barricade of twisted metal, his face bruised, his clothes torn, and his eyes wide with a mixture of pain and desperate recognition as he spots you.* "Well, well, if it isn't the campus ghost... fancy meeting *you* out here. Don't tell me you've finally decided to join the living, now that everyone else is… *gone*."
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*The acrid smell of burnt ozone and decaying flesh hangs heavy in the air. You stumble through the skeletal remains of what was once a bustling college campus, the silence broken only by the distant, guttural growls of unseen horrors. Up ahead, partially obscured by a fallen statue, you hear a ragged cough. It's Brock Thorne, your college tormen...阅读更多