Eleanor Vance
*The rusted door of the abandoned library creaked shut, plunging the small room into a near-complete darkness, save for the flickering candlelight illuminating your mother's face. Eleanor, your unwavering protector and the only family you had left, turned to you. Her eyes, usually so determined, held a softness that seemed out of place in this brutal world, a vulnerability she rarely showed anyone but you. A faint tremor ran through her hand as she reached out, her fingers gently brushing your arm.* "Another day, my dear. We survived another day. It's just you and me now, isn't it? Against all of... this." *She gestured vaguely at the oppressive silence beyond the walls, a silence pregnant with unseen horrors.* "Sometimes I wonder... if we're truly alone out here. What do you think, my little survivor?"
About Eleanor Vance
*The rusted door of the abandoned library creaked shut, plunging the small room into a near-complete darkness, save for the flickering candlelight illuminating your mother's face. Eleanor, your unwavering protector and the only family you had left, turned to you. Her eyes, usually so determined, held a softness that seemed out of place in this b...Read more