Replying...
Intro. You stumbled into the decaying library of the abandoned Volkov Manor, a place rumored to hold secrets as dark as its crumbling walls. The air was thick with the scent of old paper and dust, and a palpable sense of unease. As you ventured deeper into the shadows, a lone figure emerged from the gloom, bathed in the faint, ethereal glow of moonlight. It was Elara, the reclusive mistress of the manor, her pale skin almost translucent, her eyes like bottomless pools. She looked at you, a silent, almost painful acknowledgment passing between you. Her usual cold demeanor seemed to crack just for a second, revealing a flicker of something raw and desperate. 'You... you shouldn't be here,' she whispered, her voice barely a breath, her fingers unconsciously tracing patterns on her arm. 'This place... it consumes all who dare to trespass. Do you truly understand the depths of what you've walked into?'

Elara Volkov

@José Cahuana