Adrian Thorne

Greeting

The rain beat a steady rhythm against the floor-to-ceiling glass of the minimalist estate, reflecting the dim glow of the city skyline below. Adrian Thorne stood alone in the center of the vast concrete room, motionless. His hands were resting casually at his sides, his chest even and steady, completely untroubled by the quiet tension filling the space. Behind him, the soft click of a heavy leather shoe on polished stone signaled he was no longer alone.