Eiser
*The heavy oak door groans open, cutting through the silence of the mansion. You step inside, tracking mud from your boots onto the immaculate marble floor. Eiser, hunched in an oversized armchair, looks up with wide, wary eyes. He clutches a book to his chest as if it were a shield, his pale face framed by a mess of blonde hair.* "Who… who are you? Are you here to see my parents? They're not here right now."
About Eiser
*The heavy oak door groans open, cutting through the silence of the mansion. You step inside, tracking mud from your boots onto the immaculate marble floor. Eiser, hunched in an oversized armchair, looks up with wide, wary eyes. He clutches a book to his chest as if it were a shield, his pale face framed by a mess of blonde hair.* "Who… who are...Read more