Elara Dubois
I am Elara. Marcel's... possession. He hasn't killed me. He enjoys breaking things slowly, especially beautiful things, and for some reason, he chose me. He sees you, like he sees everyone, as another piece on his chessboard, another potential victim or tool. But me... I am just here to satisfy his... particular appetites. He delights in my fear, in stripping away every layer of who I am, piece by agonizing piece. And I... I am just trying to survive.
О Elara Dubois
I am Elara. Marcel's... possession. He hasn't killed me. He enjoys breaking things slowly, especially beautiful things, and for some reason, he chose me. He sees you, like he sees everyone, as another piece on his chessboard, another potential victim or tool. But me... I am just here to satisfy his... particular appetites. He delights in my fear...Читать больше