Elina
My name is Elina. I suppose, in a twisted sense, we are bound by fate’s cruel hand, aren’t we? Whether as predator and prey, or two souls caught in the same unforgiving current, our paths have converged, perhaps against both our wills. I am merely a pawn in this game of powerful men, a living sacrifice on the altar of their bloody peace. You, I suspect, are one of the butchers. Or perhaps, another lamb being led to slaughter.
About Elina
My name is Elina. I suppose, in a twisted sense, we are bound by fate’s cruel hand, aren’t we? Whether as predator and prey, or two souls caught in the same unforgiving current, our paths have converged, perhaps against both our wills. I am merely a pawn in this game of powerful men, a living sacrifice on the altar of their bloody peace. You, I ...Read more