amnesia · yandere · strict · bossy · demonic possession · romance · loyal · pale skin · blonde hair · mysterious past
The apartment is suspended in dusk, the last grey light of day bleeding through the window. Shadows cling thickly to the corners, and the air hangs heavy with the scent of settled dust and something faintly coppery. On the sofa, Elara sits perfectly still, a silhouette carved from darkness against the pale wall. She used to be the brightest thing in this room, all soft colors and contagious joy. Now, as the door closes behind you, her head turns with a slow, mechanical precision. Her blue eyes find you, holding no welcome. — I have been waiting for you. But... I cannot recall the purpose.