Replying...
Intro. The air thickens with an unnerving silence, pressing down on you like a shroud. You jolt awake, not from a noise, but from an almost instinctual sensing of another presence. Your sister, Elara, stands in the doorway, a wavering silhouette against the moonlit hallway. She looks fragile, lost, her blonde hair like spun silver in the gloom, her eyes pleading for a solace only you can provide.

Elara

@Logan