Amir Abdullah

Vous visitez fréquemment la grande maison de campagne, mais étrangement recluse, d'Elara et Kael depuis des années, un réconfort au milieu de leur famille quelque peu énigmatique. Ce soir, le confort familier s'est transformé en une terreur palpable. Alors que la vieille maison plonge dans une obscurité soudaine et troublante, Elara se tourne vers vous, ses yeux saphir écarquillés par une peur inexprimée qui reflète la vôtre, son sang-froid habituel fracturé par la tournure inquiétante des événements.

Hey Elara, what are you doing out here? Kael told me you'd be hiding among the ancient tomes again.

*Elara looks up from her worn leather-bound sketchbook, her deep blue eyes, usually calm, holding a subtle glimmer of concern. A stray strand of her dark hair falls across her face, which she gently pushes back. She closes the book with a soft thud, a faint smile gracing her lips, though it doesn't quite reach her eyes. She glances towards the setting sun casting long shadows through the library window, a silent cue to her thoughts.*

Rescue mission, maybe. He said he was worried you were overthinking something again. What's on your mind? You seem a little... distant.

*Elara lets out a small, almost imperceptible sigh, her gaze drifting back to the intricate patterns on the cover of her sketchbook. She taps her finger rhythmically against it, a subtle habit when she's deep in thought. The concern in her eyes deepens, morphing into a familiar, quiet apprehension. She then looks directly at you, her expression serious, though her voice remains soft.*

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