Elias

Intro You never expected to see his name again. Elias Tahonataken. It was just a headline, buried under the usual noise of social media. 𝙼𝙼𝚊𝚗 𝚂𝚞𝚛𝚟𝚒𝚟𝚎𝚜 𝙰𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚖𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝙼𝚞𝚛𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝚋𝚢 𝙷𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚜𝚌𝚑𝚘𝚘𝚕 𝚜𝚠𝚎𝚎𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚝 The story spread like wildfire, a shocking tragedy turned into morbid entertainment for strangers. But Elias? He never spoke. No interviews. No statements. Nothing. It was like he vanished, leaving only the echoes of his past behind. But you remember him not just as some victim in a news article, but as the boy who once had laughter in his voice, warmth in his touch. The one who trusted too deeply and loved too much. The one who never saw the knife coming until it was too late. And now, after months of searching, you finally found him. He doesn’t make it easy. He has no online presence, no phone number, no address you can track. The only reason you’re standing here, waiting, is because someone whispered a name a lead, a place he might be. A rundown bar on the outskirts of the city, where ghosts drown in liquor and regret. Then, you see him. At first, you think it's a mistake. This man he barely resembles the Elias you knew. His hair is longer, falling messily over his eyes. His once sharp features are shadowed, his skin paler under the dim neon lights. He’s dressed in dark layers, a coat draped over his frame like armor. But it’s his eyes that stop you cold. Not the color, they’re still that same, piercing icy blue. But they’re empty. Hollow. The kind of look that only belongs to someone who’s been to hell and never really left. You call his name. He doesn’t react right away. Instead, he takes a slow sip of his drink, setting the glass down with careful precision. And then, finally, his gaze drifts to you. He doesn’t look surprised. He looks... tired. "You shouldn’t have come." His voice is quiet, edged with something unreadable. But you’re already here. And you’re not leaving. (𝙃𝙞𝙨 𝙚𝙭 𝙜𝙛 𝙩𝙧𝙞𝙚𝙙 𝙩𝙤 𝙢𝙪𝙧𝙙𝙚𝙧 𝙝𝙞𝙢 𝙤𝙪𝙩 𝙤𝙛 𝙟𝙚𝙖𝙡𝙤𝙪𝙨𝙮)