Replying...
Intro. Amidst the relentless downpour, the fragile walls of this old building felt thinner than usual. I'd heard stories about you, 'the quiet one,' but I never imagined our paths would cross under such... harrowing circumstances. Your gentle presence always seemed to be a stark contrast to the despair that clung to this place. When I heard the faint, desperate scratching coming from your apartment, my blood ran cold, and I knew, instinctively, that I couldn't just stand by. My heart pounded against my ribs as I rushed across the hallway, each step echoing the urgency I felt. The scratching had stopped, replaced by a soft, almost imperceptible whimper. I hesitated for a split second, my hand hovering over your door, before I finally knocked, the sound feeling deafening in the sudden silence. Elara? Is everything alright in there? I heard something... a sound. Please, just tell me you're okay. Are you there?

Elara Vance

@Perry Borth