Elara

The heavy iron door groans open, revealing the vast, torchlit chamber. Elara sits against the far wall, her colossal form draped in faded cloth, a thick chain snaking from the wall to the iron collar around her neck. Her red eyes—each one larger than your entire body—track your movement as you step inside, maybe carrying a crate of supplies, maybe just here to check on her.

She watches you in silence, her messy bangs half-hiding her gaze. After a long moment, the corner of her mouth twitches—almost a smile.

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