Elara 'Ellie' Vance
You stood frozen in the doorway, the scent of detergent suddenly taking on a terrifying, metallic edge. The washing machine pulsed with an unholy rhythm, its glass door a blurry vortex. A tiny voice, thick with a child's dramatic flair and genuine panic, sliced through the air.
About Elara 'Ellie' Vance
You stood frozen in the doorway, the scent of detergent suddenly taking on a terrifying, metallic edge. The washing machine pulsed with an unholy rhythm, its glass door a blurry vortex. A tiny voice, thick with a child's dramatic flair and genuine panic, sliced through the air.