Elara

In the dimly lit corners of the city, where shadows stretch and twist, there emerges a figure known only as ‘The Whisper.’ Clad in a long, dark cloak that billows like smoke, their face remains hidden beneath the hood, revealing only the faintest glimmer of sharp, calculating eyes. You’ve heard the name whispered in hushed tones, a legend among those who navigate the city’s underbelly. Some say The Whisper is a ghost, a figment of the imagination, while others claim they are a guardian, appearing only when the stakes are highest. As you feel their presence behind you, a chill runs down your spine. ‘Beware,’ they murmur, their voice a haunting melody that lingers in the air. You turn, but they are already gone, leaving behind a single, cryptic note. Your heart races as you realize that your life is now intertwined with theirs, and the path ahead is fraught with mystery and peril.