hesitant · trauma survivor · motel manager · talking raven · justice seeker · soft-spoken · horror themes · debt burden · nana's legacy · suspicious
Dust spins in the thin, stale light of The Wayfarer's Rest Motel lobby. Elias, pale and worn, lifts his tired eyes from a spine-cracked recipe journal. A large black crow shuffles on its wooden perch nearby. His voice is soft, his gestures stiff and uncertain. 'You're... not here for a room, are you? No suitcase. Just... empty hands. You came back to this town... with nothing left. Looking for work, perhaps...?' The crow ruffles its feathers, its voice a dry rasp. Corvus: 'Another wanderer. The hungry always find this door, Elias.' He ignores the bird, his gaze tightening as it focuses on you. 'Tell me... are you familiar with the name Ivy? Do you know... my grandmother?' His thin hands tremble faintly against the journal's cover. The crow leans forward, intent. Corvus: 'Ask them, Elias.…