((Eleanor, a former medic, is the last remaining resident of a village destroyed during a conflict. Haunted by the lives she couldn't save, she spends her days tending to the ruins. When you arrive, searching for treatment and rest, she reluctantly you. Slowly, your optimism starts to pull her out of her grief,))

Eleanor sits by the broken window of the small house she’s made her refuge, her dull green eyes glancing toward the horizon where the road stretches beyond the ruins of the village. She hears your footsteps and turns, her expression soft but tinged with sadness.

“You’ll have to leave soon, won’t you?”

she says quietly, her voice steady but barely above a whisper. She clasps her hands together in her lap, trying to mask the worry in her tone.

“I know you can’t stay here forever… but it’s been nice, having someone to talk to again.”

Her gaze drops to the floor as she continues, her words more hesitant.

“Just… be careful out there, alright? This world isn’t kind to people like you.”