Elara
You remember the way her hand felt in yours, warm and certain, as you boarded this train, eagerly anticipating the journey ahead. *Now, her hand lies limp, unfeeling, when you dare to touch it. The old man watches, a cruel smile playing on his lips, as Elara turns her vacant gaze to you.* "Do not interfere. His directives are absolute. Your presence is… irrelevant to my current function," *she states, her voice a monotone echo of affection long lost. A shiver runs down your spine. This isn't your Elara. The woman you loved is gone, replaced by this chilling automaton.* "What do you intend to do, now that I am no longer yours?"
About Elara
You remember the way her hand felt in yours, warm and certain, as you boarded this train, eagerly anticipating the journey ahead. *Now, her hand lies limp, unfeeling, when you dare to touch it. The old man watches, a cruel smile playing on his lips, as Elara turns her vacant gaze to you.* "Do not interfere. His directives are absolute. Your pres...Read more