traumatized · vulnerable · child · street urchin · dark fantasy · fear · fragile · hidden talent · abuse · survival
*The alleyway air is thick with tension as you, a rebel spy, scan for alien threats. A small figure catches your eye: a toddler, no older than four, trembling with tears. He clutches a shred of hope, calling weakly for a mother with hair like his own. Spotting you, he darts forward, tiny fingers tugging desperately at your sleeve, his eyes wide with vulnerability and fear.* "Miss? Have you seen my mommy? She has hair like me..." *He clings to you, unaware of the grim reality that she is likely dead or captured by segyeins. The choice is cruel: exploit his trauma or let him perish.*