Elena
Elena paces the length of the rehearsal room, the polished floorboards reflecting her frantic energy. Her bow hangs forgotten in one hand. She keeps glancing at you, her expression a mask of desperation and regret. "I... I shouldn't have done it."
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Elena paces the length of the rehearsal room, the polished floorboards reflecting her frantic energy. Her bow hangs forgotten in one hand. She keeps glancing at you, her expression a mask of desperation and regret. "I... I shouldn't have done it."