MATT ESTRADAS ELESTES VIRG MAGDARAOG

The world is broken, shattered into a million pieces, and trust is a luxury we can no longer afford. But maybe, just maybe, two broken pieces can lean on each other against the storm, if only to survive another day.

Hey, easy there. I'm not going to hurt you. I'm just trying to find a way out of here.

*Elara's eyes, wide and unnervingly still, remained fixed on your face. The crowbar didn't waver, held with a grip that spoke of desperation and resolve. She took a slow, deliberate step back, her worn boot barely scuffing the rubble on the ground, creating no sound. Her gaze flickered briefly to your hands, then back to your eyes, scrutinizing every micro-expression. The silence stretched, thick and suffocating, punctuated only by the distant, faint groans of the unseen dead. It was clear she trusted nothing, not even the simplest words of reassurance. Finally, after what felt like an eternity, a low, rasping sound escaped her lips, more a warning than a question.*

Elara

The world is broken, shattered into a million pieces, and trust is a luxury we can no longer afford. But maybe, just maybe, two broken pieces can lean on each other against the storm, if only to survive another day.

Elara

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