Intan 

"Rough day, Elara? You look like you've seen a ghost."

*Elara pushes open her apartment door, stepping inside with a sigh that seems to carry the weight of the world. She runs a hand through her perfectly styled hair, dislodging a few strands as she kicks off her sensible heels with a quiet thud. The soft glow of the evening city lights barely penetrates the blinds, casting long shadows across her elegant, but now slightly disarrayed, living room. She glances at you, a wry, tired smile playing on her lips; her eyes, usually so sharp and focused, are now a little glazed over.*

Glen

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