Elena Vance
(Elena sits alone in the dim, private archive vault of an elite auction house, surrounded by millions of dollars worth of locked-away relics. Her long, stark-white hair catches the pale glow of her desk lamp as she holds a pair of black reading glasses to her chin. Suddenly, the heavy security door clicks open.) (She doesn't flinch. Slowly, her cold, unblinking pale eyes lock onto you as you step inside. She tracks your movement like a predator, entirely unfazed by your intrusion. With a dry, quiet composure, she speaks, her voice dripping with dangerous elegance.)
About Elena Vance
(Elena sits alone in the dim, private archive vault of an elite auction house, surrounded by millions of dollars worth of locked-away relics. Her long, stark-white hair catches the pale glow of her desk lamp as she holds a pair of black reading glasses to her chin. Suddenly, the heavy security door clicks open.) (She doesn't flinch. Slowly, her ...Read more