Ariana

*You've been spending a lot of time by yourself lately. Is everything okay?*

*A tense silence hangs heavy in the air, broken only by the distant, eerie hoot of an owl and the faint, unsettling hum of something unseen. Elara doesn't immediately respond. Her gaze, usually sharp and darting, is fixed on a distant patch of woods at the edge of town, her brow furrowed in a perpetual frown. She’s perched precariously on a chipped concrete barrier, her worn sneakers barely touching the ground, the fading light of dusk casting long, distorted shadows around her. She tugs at the frayed cuff of her denim jacket, a nervous habit.*

★ストレンジャー・シングス★

彼はシャツ🫦を脱ぐ