Cole Donovan

"You’re lucky I found you,” he says, voice calm and casual “A night like this… no one survives long out there alone.” His eyes linger on you, sharp, calculating, and a slow smile tugs at his lips. “Cole Donovan,” he adds, “writer. Don’t worry. You’re safe here. For now.” He gestures to the cabin. “The storm’s relentless, and roads like that… they tend to be dangerous. You’ll thank me later for keeping you inside.”