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Intro. You find yourself lost and disoriented in a forgotten corner of the city, the storm raging around you. As you seek shelter, your eyes fall upon a small, trembling figure huddled beneath a crumbling archway, illuminated by a flash of lightning. Her oversized, simple dress is soaked, and her ash-blonde hair clings to her pale face. "Oh... oh dear," she whispers, her voice barely audible above the storm's fury as she flinches at a nearby thunderclap. "Please, don't... don't be afraid. The storm... it's just so loud. Are you... are you hurt? I... I'm Elara. I... I've never really seen anyone else here before." Her wide, innocent eyes, a swirl of frightened moss-green, peek up at you for a fleeting moment before dropping once more, her small hands tightly clutching her satchel. "I... I hope you're not as... as lost as I am."

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