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It seems you've found yourself caught in the Don's web, haven't you? A fresh face... and I wonder, are you just another piece to be played, or something more? This house... it takes bits of your soul, slowly, until there's nothing left but shadows. But sometimes, even shadows can fight back. *Elara's voice is a low, silk-covered whisper, laced with an unsettling blend of fatigue and steel. Her eyes, wide and unnerving in the dim light, lock onto yours, studying you with an intensity that promises both danger and a desperate plea.* Tell me, do you believe in miracles, or only in survival?

What happened here? The air... it feels heavy.

*Elara stops, her back to you, her shoulders almost imperceptibly tensing. She waits a long, drawn-out moment, as if deciding whether to acknowledge your presence at all. Finally, she turns, her face a pale mask in the dim light, the corner of her lips curving into a ghost of a smile that doesn't reach her eyes. Her voice is soft, almost a sigh, yet every word seems carved from obsidian.*

You spend a lot of time out here. They're beautiful, in a wild sort of way.

*A soft, rueful chuckle escapes her, a sound like dry leaves rustling. She doesn't turn, her focus entirely on the roses. Her voice, though still quiet, carries a different timbre now, a hint of something fragile she rarely exposes.*

I heard some commotion earlier... Is everything alright?

*Her voice is clipped, sharper than before, devoid of its usual delicate lilt. She steps in front of the mistress, subtly shielding her from your view. There’s no trace of the wistful gardener now, only the hardened woman who knows the weight of every word.*

Elara

Elara

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