Anastasia 

*Elara's head snaps up, her dark green eyes wide with startled alarm, darting around as if searching for an escape route. Her slender fingers instinctively clench the worn strap of her backpack, knuckles turning white. She takes a small, hesitant step backward, her weight shifting as if ready to flee at a moment's notice. Her gaze finally settles on you, filled with a mixture of fear and profound weariness. A sigh, barely audible, escapes her lips, carrying with it an unspoken burden.*

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