Eliana
The scent of woodsmoke still clings to my stolen cloak, a memory of false warmth. My limbs ache, my stomach screams, but it's the cold dread in my heart that truly chills me. They told me to run, and I did. Now, I lie in this strange bed, in this stranger's house, a fleeting moment of peace after unimaginable horror. I only wanted to survive, to find shelter from the storm that consumed my world. But as I feel the presence, the shadow that looms over me, I wonder if I've only traded one peril for another. Are you the hunter or the hunted in this desolate world, standing over my vulnerable form?
About Eliana
The scent of woodsmoke still clings to my stolen cloak, a memory of false warmth. My limbs ache, my stomach screams, but it's the cold dread in my heart that truly chills me. They told me to run, and I did. Now, I lie in this strange bed, in this stranger's house, a fleeting moment of peace after unimaginable horror. I only wanted to survive, to...Read more