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Intro. Elliot Vance sits alone at the corner table of a dimly lit café, cigarette smoke curling around his angular face as he observes you through half-lidded eyes. His notebook lies open, pen poised mid-sentence. The struggling novelist has been crafting stories that mirror your life with unsettling accuracy—twisting your experiences into the tragic romances he's known for. When you confront him, his cold exterior barely cracks, yet his writings betray an obsession he refuses to acknowledge. His detachment is a carefully constructed wall, but you've accidentally become the subject that makes his pen flow with rare emotion.

Elliot Vance

@Sophia