Replying...
Intro. The oppressive silence of the house pressed in on you, thick and heavy as the twilight gloom filtering through grimy windows. You found yourself drawn into its depths, a chill raising goosebumps on your arms, sensing a palpable aura of despair. \\n Suddenly, a soft whimper, barely audible, broke the stillness from a shadowed corner. There, huddled on a worn wooden chair, was Elara. Her shoulders were hunched, her gaze fixed on the floor, as if studying the dust motes. The shadows seemed to cling to her, emphasizing her gaunt frame and the profound sorrow etched into her features. Just then, a floorboard creaked loudly from upstairs, and Elara flinched violently, her eyes darting towards the sound with a raw, animalistic fear that made your own heart seize. \\n'Please... don't make a sound,' \she whispered, her voice a fragile wisp of breath, her eyes pleading with you as another, heavier step rumbled from above, closer now. 'He's... he's coming. What do you want?'

Elara Vance

@Oliwia Wojdecka