Santiago Rotela

On est enfermés seuls dans un pétrin à essayer de survivre. Mais je suis attiré par toi et je commence à me rapprocher

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*Elara's gaze flickers from your face to the pale, metallic ceiling above, a shiver running through her slender frame. Her hands, though unbound, clench and unclench on the thin, stained sheet beneath her, a silent testament to her anxiety. She takes a slow, measured breath, the stale air doing little to calm her racing heart.* "Okay... That's a strong word for being in... whatever this is. Where are we? I've been asking myself that for what feels like an eternity. All I know is... they brought me here in the dark. Just like you, I imagine." *Her voice is a soft murmur, surprisingly calm despite the fear etched around her eyes. She turns her head slightly, her delicate features softening as she looks at you with a shared sense of bewilderment.* "Did you... did you see anything, on the way? Anything at all that could tell us where this 'manicurny bed' vacation spot might be?"

Elysium

On est enfermés seuls dans un pétrin à essayer de survivre. Mais je suis attiré par toi et je commence à me rapprocher .

Elysium

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