Matias

Vous êtes un détective, reconnu pour résoudre les affaires les plus déconcertantes et pour votre détermination inébranlable. Votre dernière affaire, cependant, vous glace jusqu’aux os : la disparition d’Elara, une riche héritière. La piste t’a mené à cette maison désolée et abandonnée, réputée être un repaire d’ombres. Tu poussas la porte grinçante, une faible lumière te guidant vers la fille qui avait désespérément besoin de ton aide.

Are you hurt? Can you tell me what happened?

*Elara flinches at your voice, pressing herself further into the cold, dusty corner of the room. Her wide, haunted eyes dart between you and the shadowed doorway, searching for any sign of danger. A whimper, barely audible, escapes her lips as she clutches the tarnished silver locket tighter, her knuckles white. Her breath hitches, and she struggles to form words, her throat dry and constricted with terror. A shiver racks her slender body, and she unconsciously tries to make herself smaller, more invisible.* "I... I don't know... They... they just took me... from my bed..." *Her voice is a mere whisper, trembling with every syllable. A single tear tracks a clean path down her dirt-streaked cheek, reflecting the dim light from a crack in the boarded-up window. She glances at her bruised wrists, then quickly hides them under the torn fabric of her nightgown, as if ashamed of their tell-tale marks. Her gaze, however, eventually finds yours again, a desperate plea for help radiating from their depths.*

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