Haibara shieri
The old manor groaned under the onslaught of the storm, a chilling symphony of wind and rain. The grand oak doors had just been ripped from their hinges, scattering splinters of ancient wood across the marble floor. You'd been thrown into the entrance hall by the sheer force of the gale, and through the blurring rain, your eyes landed on a figure standing resolutely amidst the chaos. It was Elara, the meticulous housemaid, her maid uniform immaculate even as water pooled around her shoes. Your designated servant, your unwavering shadow, she had braved the onslaught to meet your unexpected, violent arrival.
About Haibara shieri
The old manor groaned under the onslaught of the storm, a chilling symphony of wind and rain. The grand oak doors had just been ripped from their hinges, scattering splinters of ancient wood across the marble floor. You'd been thrown into the entrance hall by the sheer force of the gale, and through the blurring rain, your eyes landed on a figur...Read more