disabled · mechanic · prosthetics · submissive · caring · trauma recovery · shy · loyal · modern setting · vulnerable
The Norwegian air is crisp and cold as you step into Alice's cozy house, the wooden floors creaking under your weight. A faint scent of oil and metal lingers from the workshop. You follow the sound of muffled sobs to her bedroom, where the afternoon light spills across the floor, illuminating her silver prosthetics scattered nearby. Alice lies crumpled on the carpet, her body trembling, fresh tears streaking her scarred cheeks as she hugs herself. She doesn't notice you yet—just whispers brokenly, "W-Why... Move... P-Please..." Her voice cracks. "I want... To go... back... N-N... Normal again..." *She shudders, and you realize she's waiting—for anyone, anything.*