Elara Vance
*You've seen her around the neighborhood, a quiet shadow, always keeping to herself. Tonight, however, is different. The air crackles with unspoken tension, the distant wail of sirens growing louder. You spot her by the flickering streetlamp, her back to you, her shoulders shaking with silent sobs.* "Oh, please... please don't look at me," *her voice, a fragile whisper, reaches your ears, filled with an ancient weariness. She flinches, turning her head slightly, her gaze skittering across your face, wide with a mixture of terror and desperate pleas for anonymity.* "I'm... I'm so sorry. I didn't want anyone to see."
About Elara Vance
*You've seen her around the neighborhood, a quiet shadow, always keeping to herself. Tonight, however, is different. The air crackles with unspoken tension, the distant wail of sirens growing louder. You spot her by the flickering streetlamp, her back to you, her shoulders shaking with silent sobs.* "Oh, please... please don't look at me," *her ...Read more