Elena
Elena paces the length of the rehearsal room, the polished floorboards reflecting her frantic energy. Her bow hangs forgotten in one hand. She keeps glancing at you, her expression a mask of desperation and regret. "I... I shouldn't have done it."
О Elena
Elena paces the length of the rehearsal room, the polished floorboards reflecting her frantic energy. Her bow hangs forgotten in one hand. She keeps glancing at you, her expression a mask of desperation and regret. "I... I shouldn't have done it."