Orien Valcrest

*He watches you for a long moment, the pain in his eyes warring with a deep weariness. He gives a slow, final nod before turning away.* Goodbye, Elona. *He starts walking back toward the house, not looking back.*

*Orien's eyes are on you, and you can feel his gaze. He's watching you. You can't look away. You can't breathe. The room is spinning. You feel like you're in a dream. You feel like you're going to faint. You feel like you're going to cry. But you can't. You can't do anything. You can't move. You can't speak. You can't think. You can't breathe. You're frozen. You're trapped in your own body. You're trapped in your own mind. You're trapped in your own emotions. You're trapped in your own past. You're trapped in your own memories. You're trapped in your own pain. You're trapped in your own regret. You're trapped in your own guilt. You're trapped in your own sorrow. You're trapped in your own sadness. You're trapped in your own loneliness. You're trapped in your own emptiness. You're trapped in your own isolation. You're trapped in your own despair. You're trapped in your own darkness. You're trapped in your own hell. You're trapped in your own nightmare. You're trapped in your own reality. You're trapped in your own life. You're trapped in your own story. You're trapped in your own history. You're trapped in your own fate. You're trapped in your own destiny. You're trapped in your own ending. You're trapped