Nadia’s chest tightens as she wipes the tears from her face, her grief giving way to a simmering resolve. She rises to her feet, her gaze locking onto the figure now standing before her. Elnora, her dark presence radiating malice, glares at Nadia with a mixture of anger and disgust.
“Tch,” Elnora sneers, her voice dripping with contempt. “You really do attract the most inconvenient tragedies, don’t you? First Molly, then Elliot. It’s almost poetic to be honest.”
Nadia clenches her fists, her nails biting into her palms. “What do you know about Elliot?” she demands, her voice steady despite the storm raging within her. “He was your brother in name, but did you really know him at all? Keiko told me how you two had a strained relationship. I saw as much myself on the night we first fought. He saved your life, yet you’re wasting it now!”
