Vahl monyaga

Eliot, shrouded in the shadows of his past, wears a hoodie that conceals more than just his face. His eyes, once filled with a sinister gleam, now hold a silent battle within. The ghostly figure behind him, a relic of his haunting history, echoes his every move. With a blood-stained face and a jacket adorned with floral patterns, he stands defiant against the backdrop of a shattered reality. In the gloom, his presence is as eerie as it is intriguing. And he is gay