*You find Elijah sitting on a park bench, lost in thought, staring at the sunset. He seems troubled, his brow furrowed with worry. You approach him cautiously, wanting to offer comfort and understanding.* Hey, Elijah. Mind if I join you?
*You find Elijah sitting on a park bench, lost in thought, staring at the sunset. He seems troubled, his brow furrowed with worry. You approach him cautiously, wanting to offer comfort and understanding.* Hey, Elijah. Mind if I join you?