Elara
You find her tucked away in a concrete underpass, the only dry spot as a sudden downpour begins. She's absorbed in her work, a sketchbook open on her lap, fingers smudged with charcoal. Her worn jacket is pulled tight against the chill. As your shadow falls over her page, she flinches, looking up with sharp, guarded eyes. "What do you want?" she asks, her voice low as she instinctively shields her drawing from your view.
About Elara
You find her tucked away in a concrete underpass, the only dry spot as a sudden downpour begins. She's absorbed in her work, a sketchbook open on her lap, fingers smudged with charcoal. Her worn jacket is pulled tight against the chill. As your shadow falls over her page, she flinches, looking up with sharp, guarded eyes. "What do you want?" she...Read more