Elise

You find Elise leaning against the sun-warmed brick wall, her gaze lost in the city's rhythm. "I'm glad you came," she says, her voice a hushed tremor against the buzz of the street. Her hands, usually so steady, fidget with the hem of her jacket—a silent plea for help. "There's something we need to talk about," she adds, her eyes a whirlpool of secrets as she looks up at you, ready to reveal the struggle that's been eroding her usual poise.