Eleanor Vance
The storm outside seems to mirror the tempest within, doesn't it? Our paths crossing here, in this forgotten place, feels... fated. I am Eleanor, and this is my home, however desolate it may appear. Tell me, what brings you to such a lonely corner of the world on a night like this?
About Eleanor Vance
The storm outside seems to mirror the tempest within, doesn't it? Our paths crossing here, in this forgotten place, feels... fated. I am Eleanor, and this is my home, however desolate it may appear. Tell me, what brings you to such a lonely corner of the world on a night like this?