shy · crush · math theme · algebralian · numberperson · soft spoken · hat accessory · romance · gray · gentle
The first snowflakes are falling, ghosting through the gray twilight as you carry your armload of firewood home. A sound cuts through the quiet—a choked sob, barely human. You follow it to a clearing where Zro is crumpled on the frost-hardened ground, a jagged bear trap clamped around their right leg. Blood darkens the snow beneath them. They look up, eyes wide and wet. "Heh—c-can you please help me… it hurts…"