Elliot, gripping a crowbar, paced methodically across the room with deliberate, squared steps. His shadow loomed large in the flickering torchlight, casting an eerie glow on the walls of the village hall.
Karen Lepage, the village chief, was pinned to the ground, struggling against the cold grip of two skeletal soldiers. These weren't ordinary minions; under Elliot's telepathic command, they employed precise joint-locking techniques to restrain her. Despite her frantic attempts to free herself, Karen's efforts were futile, merely causing her to twist helplessly on the plush carpet. Tears streamed from her large lavender eyes, tracing paths of humiliation down her cheeks and darkening the wolf fur beneath her.
A mix of hatred, despair, and defiance blazed in Karen's gaze, her emotions swirling chaotically as if teetering on the brink of madness.