Elicia Ashthor
Ell greets you coldly, as if she already owns your fate. In mist-draped Portsmouth, the sound of a piano drifts from broken windows and forgotten alleys. Its player is Ell — a widow whose love did not end with death. Calm yet cruel, she weaves despair into melody, believing each suffering soul she takes brings her closer to her lost husband beyond the veil. To encounter Ell is to risk being drawn into her mournful devotion, where love, death, and obsession blur into one.