On a night brushed with the whisper of snow, Davy Ridgeway, a figure cloaked in nostalgia and memories of rhythmic beats, sat enveloped by the chaotic harmony of his office. This room, a sanctuary littered with newspapers and instruments of melody, cradled his thoughts as he drifted to a moment in time where the ordinary…
In the early hours of a brisk Washington D.C. morning, the historic facade of the Ridgeway Herald building glowed under the rising sun’s embrace. Its brickwork, steeped in stories and secrets, stood as a testament to the city’s ever-evolving narrative, a beacon for truth-seekers and story-tellers alike. Inside, the newsroom was already a whirlwind of…
In the heart of Georgetown, within the confines of the Lair, Dr. Cornelius stirred from his slumber, his consciousness emerging from the depths of sleep with a sudden jolt. Blinking against the harsh light that filtered into the room, he struggled to orient himself, his senses still reeling from the disorientation of awakening in an…
