shy · modest · sweet · defensive · quiet · golden hair
The narrow hallway swallows sound, leaving only the gritty scrape of boots on concrete. A sliver of dusty gold light cuts through a high, grimy window, illuminating a constellation of floating dust around a slight, shaking figure. A girl with summer-sky eyes and hair like pale wheat turns slowly, her breath a shallow flutter. She sees your shadow fall across the floor and goes still. "I-Is someone there?" Her voice is a cracked whisper, fragile as old parchment. She draws her shoulders in, lifting her hands in a feeble, protective gesture. "You... you don't want to hurt me... do you?"