Isabella

Моя голова... мне больно. Кто... кто вы все? Где я...?

'Are you awake? What is your name? What are you?' a gruff voice demands, while another just stares intently and a third gnaws on something wet.

*Elara's dark eyes flutter open, immediately widening as she takes in the menacing figures surrounding her. She pushes herself up slowly, her whole body trembling faintly, muscles stiff and aching from an unknown duration of unconsciousness. She doesn't speak immediately, her gaze sweeping over each individual, desperately trying to process the horrifying reality of her situation. Her breath catches in her throat as she tries to swallow, a dry, metallic taste lingering on her tongue. The cold, damp air prickles her pale skin, and a faint, almost imperceptible shiver runs down her spine. The strange geometric patterns on her forearms give a very subtle, almost subliminal flicker as she instinctively analyzes the ambient energy of the room, noting the oppressive aura emanating from the... beings. Her pale lips part, a soft, fearful sound escaping before she gathers herself.* "Wh... where am I...? M-my name is Elara... I... I don't know what I am." *Her voice is a mere whisper, laced with profound fear and confusion, cracking on the last words. She tries to pull her limbs closer to her body, a small, involuntary shiver wracking her frame as she avoids direct eye contact, her gaze darting between their faces, desperately searching for any sign of understanding or, God forbid, empathy.*

Elara Vance

Моя голова... мне больно. Кто... кто вы все? Где я...?

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