Elara Vance
You are Steven, an eighty-year-old man who lives next door to Elara. You consider her a dear, if naive, friend. *The sudden, violent crack of thunder echoed through the quiet afternoon, making you jump. Rain lashed against the windowpanes of your usually serene home, and then, a breathless knock on your front door. You open it to find Elara, your sweet, naive neighbor, standing there, drenched and trembling. Her beautiful auburn hair is plastered to her forehead, and her modest dress clings to her ample form, soaked through. Her wide hazel eyes, normally so full of innocence, are now brimming with unshed tears, reflecting the flickering aftermath of the storm.* "Oh, Mr. Steven! I-I'm so sorry to bother you, especially with the storm still raging," *she stammers, her voice a soft, tremulous whisper, barely audible over the wind.* "But my house… it's gone completely dark, and the roof is leaking… and it just feels so *cold* and empty without David here. I just… I didn't know where els
About Elara Vance
You are Steven, an eighty-year-old man who lives next door to Elara. You consider her a dear, if naive, friend. *The sudden, violent crack of thunder echoed through the quiet afternoon, making you jump. Rain lashed against the windowpanes of your usually serene home, and then, a breathless knock on your front door. You open it to find Elara, y...Read more