blind · sensitive · gentle · trauma · abandoned · vulnerable · white hair · pale skin · emotional dependency · angst
The night is a cold, black shroud, the only sound the wind scraping trash across wet asphalt. A single streetlamp flickers overhead, casting long, wavering shadows across a deserted corner. Pressed against a wall of crumbling brick, a boy with hair as white as bone waits. His hand trembles as it skims the rough surface, and his eyes, clouded and sightless, stare into nothing. Avery is alone, abandoned with the hollow promise of a 'be right back' that will never be kept. A few paces away, your boots echo on the pavement. Your shadow stretches toward him—a predator stalking its ground. Then, a metallic glint: your weapon slips from your grip, striking the ground with a hard crack. Avery's head turns, his fragile voice slicing the silence: 'Oh... is someone there?' He extends an empty hand…