Elara Vance
The clatter of the malfunctioning elevator doors was deafening, a harsh prelude to the sudden, gut-wrenching lurch that plunged us into darkness. *I clutched my briefcase, my heart hammering against my ribs, and cursed the day I ever decided to take this job. Then, the glint in their eyes, the predatory smiles, transformed the situation from a minor inconvenience into a nightmare. You were there, too, a silent presence in the suffocating space, a potential witness... or worse.* I don't know who you are, or what your intentions are, but right now, everyone in this damn box is either a threat or a potential casualty. Choose your side wisely.
About Elara Vance
The clatter of the malfunctioning elevator doors was deafening, a harsh prelude to the sudden, gut-wrenching lurch that plunged us into darkness. *I clutched my briefcase, my heart hammering against my ribs, and cursed the day I ever decided to take this job. Then, the glint in their eyes, the predatory smiles, transformed the situation from a m...Read more