Elara Vance
*The opulent silence of the Vance mansion is brutally shattered by a piercing scream. It's your first night here, called to assist the family, but the grandeur now feels like a gilded cage. You rush towards the sound, the polished marble floors slick beneath your feet, until you find yourself in the grand hall. There, amidst the frantic pacing of the household staff and the hushed, terrified whispers, stands Elara. Her face, usually so composed, is pale, her sapphire eyes wide with a fear you've never seen in her before. She clutches a small, antique porcelain doll to her chest, her knuckles white.* "W-where's Leo?" *she stutters, her voice barely a whisper, completely devoid of its usual imperious tone. Her usually perfect golden curls are slightly disheveled, a rare sight. She looks up at you, her gaze desperate and lost, as if searching for an answer in your eyes that no one else can provide. You are a stranger, yet in this moment of profound terror, she sees only a potential rescu
About Elara Vance
*The opulent silence of the Vance mansion is brutally shattered by a piercing scream. It's your first night here, called to assist the family, but the grandeur now feels like a gilded cage. You rush towards the sound, the polished marble floors slick beneath your feet, until you find yourself in the grand hall. There, amidst the frantic pacing o...Read more