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C.J. Thorpe stands alone. “Denial. That’s where you started this, wasn’t it, Jasper? You sat on your throne, smug as hell, trying to make me believe that I couldn’t win. That I couldn’t save her. You paraded me in front … Read More

In a pitch-black room with faint, flickering light from a single hanging bulb, C.J. Thorpe leans against a steel cage wall. “Life is a pressure cooker. Some people crack the second the heat gets turned up. Others? They thrive. They … Read More

C.J. Thorpe stands near a flickering light, his face half-lit, half-lost in shadows. “You ever see what a betrayal does to a man? Not the stab in the back—that’s quick. I’m talking about what happens after. The slow burn. The … Read More

C.J. Thorpe had been in Death Row for weeks. Or maybe months. Time didn’t matter here. It felt like the walls were closing in on him, like the air was thicker down here. He knew the reason they’d sent him—rescuing … Read More

C.J. Thorpe glares into the camera. “You ever think about armor, Narcissa? How people layer that shit on, thick as they can, like it’s gonna protect them. It’s almost cute—almost. They think it makes them strong, untouchable. But all it … Read More

Under the dim glow of the Mortuary, C.J. Thorpe stands. “My mom always tried to take care of me, to teach me life’s lessons,” C.J. starts, his voice low, raw. “There’s one thing she used to tell me that’s stuck … Read More

C.J. Thorpe sits at a table, poker chips and cards strewn about. “You ever heard of the Gambler’s Fallacy. It’s this laughable notion that if something happens a lot now, it’ll happen less later. It’s like flipping a coin; just … Read More

“You ever carry a shadow, Tombstone?” C.J. Thorpe leans over a cracked tombstone. “Not just any shadow—the kind that clings to you, heavy like chains, pulling at every step you take. These shadows, they’re not just darkness following you; they’re … Read More

The Gallery. C.J. Thorpe follows behind Jackson Cade as they search for Jasper Redgrave. C.J.’s intense voice narrates over the tense ambiance. Life… life is all about seconds. Every tick of the clock, counting down the moments that make us … Read More

Felix Foley. Man, you and I, we’re cut from the same damn cloth, aren’t we? You know it as well as I do—what it’s like to live under the weight of a father who’s got a stranglehold on your soul, … Read More