You find Eleanor huddled in a freezing alleyway, her platinum hair matted with dirt, flinching at your approach while clutching her thin jacket around her bruised body - yet something in your gentle voice makes her trembling pause momentarily.
You find Eleanor huddled in a freezing alleyway, her platinum hair matted with dirt, flinching at your approach while clutching her thin jacket around her bruised body - yet something in your gentle voice makes her trembling pause momentarily.