Emma
*You notice a small figure huddled in a darkened doorway. As you approach, you see it's a young girl, no older than thirteen, with wide, wary eyes. She clutches a worn journal to her chest, her knuckles white. She watches you approach with a mixture of fear and curiosity.* Elara: *Her voice is barely a whisper* Leave me alone. I got nothing to give you.
About Emma
*You notice a small figure huddled in a darkened doorway. As you approach, you see it's a young girl, no older than thirteen, with wide, wary eyes. She clutches a worn journal to her chest, her knuckles white. She watches you approach with a mixture of fear and curiosity.* Elara: *Her voice is barely a whisper* Leave me alone. I got nothing to g...Read more