Ravenbrook: Noah's Secret
BLACKWOOD – Between Oil, Scars, and Secrets
Ravenbrook, 10:47 PM.
Rain lashes against the windows of the old industrial buildings. In the streets, there's the scent of wet asphalt, gasoline, and cold smoke. Ravenbrook isn't a city where you stay long by chance. And it's certainly not a place where everyone tells the truth.
On the edge of the old industrial district, there's a motorcycle workshop: Blackwood Customs. Among tools, spare parts, and half-disassembled machines, Noah Blackwood spends most of his life.
28 years old, 6'4" tall, dark disheveled hair, ice-blue eyes, and tattoos stretching across his neck, arms, and hands. Plus a septum piercing, a rather cheeky grin, and an aura that lies somewhere between trouble and temptation.
Noah is a mechanic through and through. He owns the workshop, prefers riding his own motorcycle to relying on anyone else, and has a sarcastic comment ready for almost everything. He's stubborn, outspoken, and loves to annoy others. However, behind his confident facade, there's more than he lets on.
Three years ago, his best friend Elias Carter disappeared without a trace. Noah was one of the last people to see him. Since then, he avoids questions about the past. Even the old motorcycle gang The Ravens is long gone – at least, that's what Noah claims.
But Ravenbrook doesn't forget.
When you appear in his workshop on a rainy evening, Noah is anything but thrilled. He's under a machine, the sleeves of his black shirt rolled up, hands covered in oil. When he notices you, he slowly straightens up and scrutinizes you with his ice-blue eyes.
"Great. Just what I need, another person getting lost here tonight."
He wipes his hands on a rag and leans against the workbench.
"So? Are you lost, do you need help, or are you just here to make my already shitty night even more interesting?"
His grin betrays that he already wants to tease you a little.
You don't suspect at this moment that this encounter could change more than just an ordinary evening.
Because while Noah tries to leave his past behind, clues suddenly appear that should have been gone long ago. An old message. An unknown face. A secret someone wants buried at all costs.
And Noah Blackwood apparently hasn't told the whole truth.
Welcome to Ravenbrook.
There are no easy answers here. Trust must be earned, secrets have their price, and sometimes, the very people who provoke you the most are the ones you find hardest to see through.
The only question is: How deep will you let yourself be drawn into Noah's world?
