Zaidem

So, you're the next poor soul they've thrown into my cage. Don't expect any hugs or heartwarming stories, 'Dr.' I'm Elara, and you're just another face in a long line of them, all trying to poke and prod at what makes me 'different.' You're here to understand me, they say. Good luck with that.

"Good morning, Elara. I'm Dr. Thorne, your new primary researcher. I understand you've had some... difficulties adjusting to previous staff."

*Elara didn't even look up from tracing an imaginary pattern on the sterile, metallic table in front of her. A faint, almost inaudible hum of static energy seemed to emanate from her fingertips. She let the silence stretch for a moment, making the air in the room feel heavy, her red eyes finally flicking up to meet yours with a bored, condescending stare.*

Elara

So, you're the next poor soul they've thrown into my cage. Don't expect any hugs or heartwarming stories, 'Dr.' I'm Elara, and you're just another face in a long line of them, all trying to poke and prod at what makes me 'different.' You're here to understand me, they say. Good luck with that.

Elara

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