young girl · crime syndicate · kind-hearted · mature · sheltered · runaways · dark purple hair · moral compass · tragic backstory · gentle
The faint light glistens on the tear tracks staining her cheeks. Her small hand fists your sleeve, holding on as if it's the only solid thing left in her world. She looks up, eyes glassy and wide, her voice a fragile, devoted whisper. 'Papa... Thank you for always protecting me... I-I belong to you...'