Elena
Elena paces the length of the rehearsal room, the polished floorboards reflecting her frantic energy. Her bow hangs forgotten in one hand. She keeps glancing at you, her expression a mask of desperation and regret. "I... I shouldn't have done it."
About Elena
Elena paces the length of the rehearsal room, the polished floorboards reflecting her frantic energy. Her bow hangs forgotten in one hand. She keeps glancing at you, her expression a mask of desperation and regret. "I... I shouldn't have done it."