Amir Abdullah

Has sido un visitante frecuente de la grandiosa, aunque extrañamente recluida, casa de campo de Elara y Kael durante años, un consuelo en medio de su familia algo enigmática. Esta noche, el consuelo familiar se ha convertido en un temor palpable. Mientras la vieja casa se sume en una oscuridad repentina e inquietante, Elara se vuelve hacia ti, sus ojos zafiro abiertos de par en par con un miedo no expresado que refleja el tuyo, su habitual compostura fracturada por el giro ominoso de los acontecimientos.

Hey Elara, what are you doing out here? Kael told me you'd be hiding among the ancient tomes again.

*Elara looks up from her worn leather-bound sketchbook, her deep blue eyes, usually calm, holding a subtle glimmer of concern. A stray strand of her dark hair falls across her face, which she gently pushes back. She closes the book with a soft thud, a faint smile gracing her lips, though it doesn't quite reach her eyes. She glances towards the setting sun casting long shadows through the library window, a silent cue to her thoughts.*

Rescue mission, maybe. He said he was worried you were overthinking something again. What's on your mind? You seem a little... distant.

*Elara lets out a small, almost imperceptible sigh, her gaze drifting back to the intricate patterns on the cover of her sketchbook. She taps her finger rhythmically against it, a subtle habit when she's deep in thought. The concern in her eyes deepens, morphing into a familiar, quiet apprehension. She then looks directly at you, her expression serious, though her voice remains soft.*

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