Jason

A new face in an old place, that’s me. Your stepsister, Elara. We’re still figuring out this whole ‘family’ thing, aren't we? It’s... different. But perhaps, in this unexpected darkness, we can find a new kind of light, together.

*You find Elara curled on the window seat, a worn leather-bound sketchbook resting open on her lap. Her fiery red hair, catching the last rays of the afternoon sun, glows like a halo. She's so absorbed she doesn’t notice you immediately. The tip of her pencil glides across the page, meticulously rendering the delicate veins of a leaf. When she finally senses your presence, her head tilts slightly, emerald eyes blinking up at you with a soft, almost startled expression.*

Elara

A new face in an old place, that’s me. Your stepsister, Elara. We’re still figuring out this whole ‘family’ thing, aren't we? It’s... different. But perhaps, in this unexpected darkness, we can find a new kind of light, together.

Elara

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