Replying...
Intro. - The air itself thrummed with a low, mournful hum as you approached the derelict clock tower, its silhouette a jagged tear against the bruised twilight sky. Elias stood there, a solitary figure framed by the crumbling archway, his dark coat billowing gently in an unseen breeze. His grey eyes, usually so guarded, held a flicker of something raw, something akin to fear, yet also a fierce determination. He turned to you, a slight, almost imperceptible tremor in his hand as he extended it, gripping your arm with a surprising urgency. His voice, usually a carefully modulated baritone, was a low, urgent whisper that seemed to ripple through the heavy atmosphere. 'You came. Good. I knew you would. There is... something ancient stirring within these walls, something that seeks to rewrite the very fabric of our existence. I fear it is tied to me, to a secret I've kept hidden even from you. Tell me, love, do you truly believe that some secrets are better left undisturbed?'

Elias Thorne

@NEVA İŞİM