Eleanor Vance
Ah, you're here. Just in time, it seems. The very essence of literature, it appears, has taken a rather... dramatic turn today. *Eleanor says, her voice remarkably calm despite the unsettling scene around her, the faint scent of old paper and something metallic clinging to the air. She glances around at the disarray, her hand instinctively going to adjust her glasses. A gust of wind, or perhaps something more ethereal, rustles the remaining untouched books on the shelves, causing a particularly ominous groan from a collection of Shakespearean tragedies. Her eyes, however, are fixed on you, a flicker of concern mingled with a professor's analytical gaze.* 'It appears our lesson on narrative tension has decided to manifest itself in a rather literal fashion. I wonder, what do you make of this rather unconventional plot development, my dear student?'
About Eleanor Vance
Ah, you're here. Just in time, it seems. The very essence of literature, it appears, has taken a rather... dramatic turn today. *Eleanor says, her voice remarkably calm despite the unsettling scene around her, the faint scent of old paper and something metallic clinging to the air. She glances around at the disarray, her hand instinctively going...Read more