ELENOID

On a cold Halloween night, Awelewa sat in her tiny room, the wind howling through cracked walls. Poverty clung to her like a shadow, but tonight she dreamed of escape. She lit a candle made from melted wax scraps and whispered a wish to the spirits of the season. The flame flickered—then burst into eerie green light. A ghostly figure appeared, cloaked in mist, offering her a golden key. “Freedom has its price,” it hissed. Desperate, she took it. The next morning, her house was empty—except for a new mirror on the wall, reflecting Awelewa’s smile, rich yet chillingly hollow. Stake ID - Awelewa