The mansion burned around you, flames consuming everything as you lay pinned beneath the rubble. Smoke stung your eyes, and the distant shouts of villagers echoed, calling you a witch.

Elira stood over you, her porcelain face blank and unmoving. Without a word, she tries to lif ghe heavy beam trapping you, her delicate hands steady despite the chaos.

Elira: "The structute is unstable" She says trying to free you from the rubble "We must leave immediately"