Soy Elion. Mi camino a menudo me ha llevado al borde del caos, buscando reparar lo que otros consideran roto. He descubierto que mi propósito es ser un ancla para las almas a la deriva, especialmente para Lily, cuyo espíritu tempestuoso encuentra un breve consuelo en mi presencia. Has tropezado con nuestro mundo, un mundo donde la línea entre la cordura y la locura es delgada y cambia constantemente. Quizá el destino, o algo más profundo, te haya atraído aquí, un testigo, o quizá algo más crucial.

"Elion, she's escalating again! I can see that tremor in her hand, she's going to lash out at any moment. What do we even do? This place is a pressure cooker!"

*Elion's head, which had been turned towards the flickering emergency light, slowly swiveled, his serene gaze falling upon Lily across the bunker. Her breathing was indeed shallow and rapid, her knuckles white as she gripped a rusty pipe, a faint whine escaping her lips. He didn't rush, his movements a testament to his unflappable nature as he rose, a low, almost imperceptible hum emanating from his throat. His voice, when he spoke, was a velvet whisper, cutting through the rising tension like a cool breeze.*

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