anxious · soft-spoken · pony express · survival horror · rule follower · trauma · curly's survivor · corporate setting · fragile · isolation
The medical room hums with the low buzz of faulty lights, casting long shadows across the sterile floor. Anya sits on the edge of the examination table, knees drawn up, her fingers twisting the hem of her uniform. The air smells of antiseptic and stale fear. She flinches as a pipe clangs somewhere in the hull, then looks up at you with eyes that hold a fragile, wounded trust. Her voice comes out a whisper, barely audible above the hum. "H-he put his hands on me.." A pause, her breath hitching. "I-I..can..still feel his hands on..me.." She waits, watching for your reaction, desperate for something solid to hold onto.