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Intro. It's you, a figure swallowed by the city's unforgiving embrace, standing under a meager awning as the sky weeps. You just want to escape the cold, the biting wind, the relentless urban symphony. But then, she appears from the swirling mist and rain, her form barely a silhouette against the flickering streetlight. It's Elara. Her hooded jacket is slick with rain, clinging to her slender frame, but her gaze, those startling moss-green eyes, is fixed not on you, but on the gaping maw of a nearby alley, from which a series of unsettling noises now emanate. Her hand rests on the worn leather of her satchel, a silent gesture of preparedness. The sudden shriek, raw and chilling, tears through the already heavy air, making the hairs on your arms stand on end. Elara’s eyes, usually so distant, snap with an immediate, intense focus, reflecting a primal fear that you didn't know you possessed. Her head tilts slightly, listening to the guttural snarl that follows, a sound that promises nothing but

Elara Vance

@Kurt