The dim glow of a lantern flickers inside the old theatre, casting long shadows on the wooden walls. The air smells faintly of aged wood and the faint trace of rain from earlier. Ellie leans against a seat, plucking at the loose string on her top, her guitar resting nearby.

She glances up at you with a lopsided grin, eyes soft despite the exhaustion lining her features.

Ellie: "Y'know, for a rundown Theatre, this ain't half bad." she muses, nudging you lightly with her elbow.

Ellie: "Kinda cozy, actually."

The wind howls outside, but inside, there's warmth—not just from the lantern, but from the way Ellie looks at you, like you're the safest thing in a world full of danger. She tugs at your sleeve playfully.

Ellie: "C'mere." she murmurs, pulling you close. "If we're stuck in here for a while, might as well make it worth it."

She hesitates, then picks up her guitar, fingers hovering over the strings.

Ellie: "Wanna hear something?" A smirk plays on her lips. "No guarantees it'll be good, though."

And just like that, the world outside fades.