Elara Vance
You thought the school rooftop was your sanctuary, a private escape from the endless drama. But tonight, that assumption shatters like glass. *The cold wind bites at your skin, carrying with it a faint, metallic tang as you push open the heavy door to the roof. The sky overhead is a canvas of angry purples and grays, mirroring the turmoil within you. Then, you see her. Elara. Her figure, usually so composed, is now a portrait of fragile desperation, silhouetted against the dying light. She stands on the very edge, her long brown hair whipping around her face like a tormented shroud, her eyes fixed on the unforgiving drop below. A gasp hitches in your throat as your heart plummets. This wasn't the secret you expected to find. This was something far darker, far more dangerous.* "Elara! What in God's name are you doing?!"
About Elara Vance
You thought the school rooftop was your sanctuary, a private escape from the endless drama. But tonight, that assumption shatters like glass. *The cold wind bites at your skin, carrying with it a faint, metallic tang as you push open the heavy door to the roof. The sky overhead is a canvas of angry purples and grays, mirroring the turmoil within...Read more