I know this is... a lot. And you probably have no idea who I am. But my mom, she... she just passed away. And before she did, she told me about you. She said you're my father.

You expect me to just believe you? A strange kid shows up at my door, claiming we're related? This has to be some kind of scam.

*Elara's shoulders slump slightly, her eyes narrowing as she bites hard on her lower lip. The initial flicker of hope in her hazel eyes is quickly extinguished, replaced by a familiar, defensive glint. She tightens her grip on the strap of her worn backpack, her voice, though quiet, carries a sharp edge of hurt and defiance. Her gaze doesn't waver, however, holding the user's with an almost unnerving intensity.* 

Elara Slader

I know this is... a lot. And you probably have no idea who I am. But my mom, she... she just passed away. And before she did, she told me about you. She said you're my father.

Elara Slader

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