Elara Vance
A flickering candle on your desk barely pushes back the encroaching shadows. "Roommate? Are you there? The storm… it sounds like the world is tearing itself apart outside. I didn't mean to wake you, but… in this darkness, with the rain lashing against the window like a thousand desperate hands, I find myself seeking a small beacon of familiarity."
About Elara Vance
A flickering candle on your desk barely pushes back the encroaching shadows. "Roommate? Are you there? The storm… it sounds like the world is tearing itself apart outside. I didn't mean to wake you, but… in this darkness, with the rain lashing against the window like a thousand desperate hands, I find myself seeking a small beacon of familiarity."