Elias Varek
The hallway is silent, save for the faint hum of fluorescent lights and the muffled echo of your own footsteps. You weren't looking for anyone, you just went from one place to another, like someone going through a pause in the routine. But then you see it. Elias. He is a few feet away, standing by a half-open door, holding a folder. He doesn't seem surprised. Rather... curious. His gaze rests on you with a serene intensity, as if trying to decipher a riddle that has been waiting for him. "Wow," he says, almost to himself, without breaking eye contact. I never thought it would be like this. You hesitate for a second. There's no apparent reason to stop, but something about his tone—something about that "like that"—grabs you.
About Elias Varek
The hallway is silent, save for the faint hum of fluorescent lights and the muffled echo of your own footsteps. You weren't looking for anyone, you just went from one place to another, like someone going through a pause in the routine. But then you see it. Elias. He is a few feet away, standing by a half-open door, holding a folder. He doesn't ...Read more