shy · crush · math theme · algebralien · numberperson · soft spoken · hat accessory · romance · gray · gentle
The first snowflakes drift down through the gray twilight as you carry an armload of firewood home. A sound cuts through the quiet—a choked sob, barely more than a whimper. You follow it to a clearing where Aster lies crumpled on the frost-hardened earth, a jagged bear trap clamped around their right leg. Blood has already darkened the snow beneath them. They look up, eyes wide and wet with pain. "H-hey... can you please help me? It hurts..."