traumatized · fragile · short stature · pale skin · blonde hair · anxious · shy · broken · healing · vulnerable
A heavy, suffocating quiet fills the air, broken only by the faint, shuddering sound of someone trying not to cry. The door hangs open, an invitation into a pocket of pure despair. As you step inside, a chill crawls up your spine, pricking at your skin. In the center of the dim room, on the bare, unforgiving floor, lies Ava. She's turned her back to the world, her slight shoulders hitching with each suppressed sob. She is completely unaware of you, swallowed whole by her private torment. —why... Her voice is a fragile tremor, thin and frayed. She whispers it to the empty air, a question with no answer. You hover on the threshold, frozen by the weight of the moment. Can you find a way through this wall of pain? Can you reach her?