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, …

It’s an old nightmare of mine, chains dragging me down to the depths of a dark ocean. Drowning, my lungs burn with every gulp of salt water I swallow, my …

You think you know me, Harry? Fuck that. Some people call me Joseph. Family calls me Joey. Friends call me C.J. But you can call me… Nah, let me tell …