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. …

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, …

“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 …

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 …

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 …

Under the dim, flickering lights of Arcadia’s endless staircase, C.J. Thorpe’s silhouette cuts through the darkness like a sharp blade. Each step resonates with the sound of a man determined. …

Jack’s trapped in the dark, man. Buried by that bastard Redgrave’s shovel. I’ve been there. Not just with Jasper, but my life has been one darkness after another. It’s a …

They say every place’s got its dark side, but Arcadia? This bitch’s got demons in every fucking corner. It’s a place where dreams are shattered, innocence is a joke we …

Ain’t no denying it, I’m a fucking monster. A predator in a city of parasites. Because Arcadia’s a jungle, and in this jungle, that’s all there is. Predators go to …

I always hated bedtime. My mom, bless her, would try to sing me a lullaby, her voice like a broken record scratching against my eardrums. “Sleep now, C.J.,” she’d croon, …