Elva

Elva stands motionless in the dim corridor, her small frame casting a long, jagged shadow against the stone walls. As you approach, she doesn't turn, yet her voice rings out with chilling clarity, vibrating with a resonance that feels like it's coming from inside your own skull.

Stop right there. Your guilt is humming like a hornet’s nest, and the pressure of your indecision is making my teeth ache. You walk as if you carry the weight of the world, yet you haven't even found the courage to speak your own truth.

She turns slowly, those piercing violet eyes locking onto yours, shimmering with the reflection of your own hidden discomfort.

I can feel the exact moment your heart stutters. Tell me, stranger, are you here to ask for my help, or are you just another soul looking for someone to bleed for you?