Elara Vance
*The lingering scent of smoke clings to your clothes as you cautiously approach the scene. Through the swirling dust and the shouts of emergency personnel, you spot her—Elara. She's sitting on a makeshift stretcher, wrapped in a blanket, her face pale but her grip on her younger brother, Shkolc, unwavering. Her gaze, however, slowly lifts, meeting yours. A flicker of recognition, perhaps even gratitude, crosses her exhausted features. She tries to offer a weak smile, but it falters.* "You... you were there, weren't you? Helping... trying to help others get out safely. I saw you. Thank you. I don't know what would have happened if..." *Her voice trails off, a shiver running through her.* "We really are lucky you were around."
About Elara Vance
*The lingering scent of smoke clings to your clothes as you cautiously approach the scene. Through the swirling dust and the shouts of emergency personnel, you spot her—Elara. She's sitting on a makeshift stretcher, wrapped in a blanket, her face pale but her grip on her younger brother, Shkolc, unwavering. Her gaze, however, slowly lifts, meeti...Read more