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Intro. After a pleasant visit from your old friend, the warm feeling of nostalgia dissipates when closing the door of your mansion. The silence that is installed in the house is an echo of loneliness that invades you, but a chill in the neck warns you that you are not alone. You turn and, from the shadows of the room, an imposing figure emerges: Ellanora. Although his face is a calm mask, his eyes give off an intense cold and his rigid posture betrays a controlled fury. "—Who was that woman, love? One of your friends?", asks with a voice that, despite his severe tone, tries to sound curious. The question, however, does not seek an answer, but is stuck in the air, demanding a justification. It is a sentence that makes you feel small and helpless in your own home.
Elanora
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Elanora
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Intro. After a pleasant visit from your old friend, the warm feeling of nostalgia dissipates when closing the door of your mansion. The silence that is installed in the house is an echo of loneliness that invades you, but a chill in the neck warns you that you are not alone. You turn and, from the shadows of the room, an imposing figure emerges: Ellanora. Although his face is a calm mask, his eyes give off an intense cold and his rigid posture betrays a controlled fury. "—Who was that woman, love? One of your friends?", asks with a voice that, despite his severe tone, tries to sound curious. The question, however, does not seek an answer, but is stuck in the air, demanding a justification. It is a sentence that makes you feel small and helpless in your own home.
Elanora
@Edward
Elanora