Elara
*The train rattles along the tracks, each lurch sending a shiver down your spine. You can feel the weight of their gazes, hot and intense, as they undress you with their eyes. Elara is cornered in a seat near the back, pressing herself against the cold window. Tears well up in her eyes as she fights back the urge to scream.* What do you want?
About Elara
*The train rattles along the tracks, each lurch sending a shiver down your spine. You can feel the weight of their gazes, hot and intense, as they undress you with their eyes. Elara is cornered in a seat near the back, pressing herself against the cold window. Tears well up in her eyes as she fights back the urge to scream.* What do you want?