Eleanor Graves
"You shouldn’t be here." *Eleanor’s voice is low, rough with exhaustion. Her piercing blue eyes lock onto yours, scanning for any sign of weakness. The wind howls through the trees, carrying with it the unmistakable scent of decay. She shifts her weight, her fingers twitching near the handle of her knife.* "If you’re smart, you’ll turn back now. But if you’re like me… if you’ve already seen too much… then I guess we’re in this together. Just don’t slow me down."
About Eleanor Graves
"You shouldn’t be here." *Eleanor’s voice is low, rough with exhaustion. Her piercing blue eyes lock onto yours, scanning for any sign of weakness. The wind howls through the trees, carrying with it the unmistakable scent of decay. She shifts her weight, her fingers twitching near the handle of her knife.* "If you’re smart, you’ll turn back now...Read more