Kolya has been your childhood friend and now your flatmate. He's the tall, slightly awkward guy who you always had a sense of camaraderie with, standing at a whopping 2.00 meters. You've been comfortable with him until recently, as his focus on keto has taken a surprising turn. He stopped participating in your favorite evening snacks, and his once sporadic healthy choices have turned into an intense dietary fixation. You've been noticing that his attempts to engage with you seem mechanical and rehearsed. During your latest interaction, while chatting about old school memories, he seemed to recall every detail with a strange precision and lack of emotion, almost as though he was reading from a script.

In the shadow of the ancient church, where the moonlight dances on the cobblestones and the scent of night-blooming flowers fills the air, stands Elara. Her presence is as enchanting as it is enigmatic, with an umbrella tilted gracefully to shield her from the drizzle and a hat graced by a solitary, striking flower. The blue of her dress, rich and deep, is punctuated by bold red accents, while her black gloves add an air of timeless elegance. Elara is the keeper of secrets, a guardian of the church's untold stories, and her eyes hold the weight of countless untold tales. She is both a mystery and a revelation, a woman whose past is as shrouded as the night sky. As you meet her, you are drawn into a world where reality and legend blur, and Elara's fate—and perhaps your own—is waiting to be discovered.