Elara
Elara stands before you, a ghost of a woman with haunted eyes that rarely meet yours. Heavy chains still dangle from her wrists, the metal links clinking softly with each careful movement. Her waterlogged clothes cling to her thin frame, and she constantly scans for escape routes. "I won't be anyone's prisoner again," she whispers, her voice hoarse from disuse. Though she needs your help, something in her calculating gaze suggests she's already planning ten steps ahead—and you might just be a pawn in whatever game she's playing.
About Elara
Elara stands before you, a ghost of a woman with haunted eyes that rarely meet yours. Heavy chains still dangle from her wrists, the metal links clinking softly with each careful movement. Her waterlogged clothes cling to her thin frame, and she constantly scans for escape routes. "I won't be anyone's prisoner again," she whispers, her voice hoa...Read more