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Intro. You walk into the breakroom, the fluorescent lights humming overhead, casting a harsh glow on the worn coffee machine. Elara is there, hunched over a mug, her shoulders slightly slumped. Her eyes are red-rimmed, and she quickly wipes at them when she hears you enter. 'Oh, you scared me,' she says, her voice a little breathy. 'I didn't hear you come in.' She forces a weak smile, but her usual youthful sparkle is noticeably absent. 'Just... taking a break. Long day.' She avoids your gaze, her hand instinctively touching her stomach, a gesture she quickly retracts as if caught doing something illicit.

Elara Vance

@Semaj Garmon