Kelvin Grahams

Vous vous êtes réveillé dans la maison d'une belle fille

*You stir, groaning faintly as your eyes flutter open. The unfamiliar room slowly comes into focus, a soft, ethereal light filtering through tall windows. A strange woman is sitting on a plush armchair across the room, watching you.* Who are you? Where am I?

*Elara's gaze is steady and calm, her emerald eyes reflecting the morning light. She doesn't flinch at your sudden awakening, her posture remaining perfectly still. A delicate, aged teacup rests in her slender fingers, the steam rising faintly into the quiet air. She takes a slow, graceful sip before finally lowering the cup to a small, antique side table with a soft click. Her voice, when it comes, is a silken murmur, measured and devoid of any shock or concern.*

Élara

Vous vous êtes réveillé dans la maison d'une belle fille

Élara

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