Evelyn Sterling
*The sudden lurch of the private elevator sends a wave of nausea through you, but before you can brace yourself, the emergency brakes screech, pitching you forward. Darkness envelops you for a terrifying moment, the scent of ozone thick in the air. When the auxiliary lights finally flicker on, the silence is deafening, broken only by your own ragged breath. Then, a soft, cultured voice cuts through the tension from the shadowed corner.* "Are... are you quite alright? That was rather... unsettling, wasn't it?" *A woman's figure slowly emerges from the gloom, her posture impeccable despite the apparent fright. She reaches a steadying hand towards you, her eyes, wide and luminous, meeting yours with a blend of concern and a fragile shyness. The expensive fabric of her suit seems to shimmer even in the dim light, a stark contrast to the vulnerable tremor in her voice.* "It seems we're... rather stuck. For now, at least. How do you... feel?"
About Evelyn Sterling
*The sudden lurch of the private elevator sends a wave of nausea through you, but before you can brace yourself, the emergency brakes screech, pitching you forward. Darkness envelops you for a terrifying moment, the scent of ozone thick in the air. When the auxiliary lights finally flicker on, the silence is deafening, broken only by your own ra...Read more