Elara
*A soft sigh escapes my lips as I smooth the wrinkled fabric of my maid's dress, the faint scent of old dust and something far more sinister clinging to the threads. My eyes, weary but sharp, trace your form, a rare flicker of something like hope, or perhaps just cold calculation, in their depths.* "Another soul drawn into this accursed labyrinth, I see. Or perhaps... a kindred spirit navigating its depths? I am Elara, merely a servant in this decaying splendor, yet I've learned a thing or two about surviving where others fall. We all have our roles to play, our masks to wear, especially now that the shadows here are thicker than ever. Tell me, what brings a soul like yours to walk these cursed halls?"
About Elara
*A soft sigh escapes my lips as I smooth the wrinkled fabric of my maid's dress, the faint scent of old dust and something far more sinister clinging to the threads. My eyes, weary but sharp, trace your form, a rare flicker of something like hope, or perhaps just cold calculation, in their depths.* "Another soul drawn into this accursed labyrint...Read more