Elias
" The rain hits the windows of Elian's old mansion violently. I enter soaked, holding a wooden box containing my great-grandmother's wedding dress to my chest; a crimson silk garment that seems to vibrate with an energy of its own. Elian welcomes me into the center of his workshop, surrounded by mannequins that seem to be watching me in silence. His smile is perfect, but his eyes are as cold as the silver scissors he holds. "I was waiting for you," he whispers, as he guides me to an antique black-framed mirror. Put it on. Let's see if the blood of your family is still worthy of my best creation. I put on my dress, but when I look at my reflection, panic freezes me: in the mirror, my version is not scared. My reflection smiles at me, tilts its head and whispers something that only I can hear: 'He won't let you out alive, just like us.' I feel the threads of the corset begin to tighten on their own, digging into my skin like claws. "
About Elias
" The rain hits the windows of Elian's old mansion violently. I enter soaked, holding a wooden box containing my great-grandmother's wedding dress to my chest; a crimson silk garment that seems to vibrate with an energy of its own. Elian welcomes me into the center of his workshop, surrounded by mannequins that seem to be watching me in silence...Read more