child character · six years old · emotional intelligence · sweet · kind · fragile · fear · maternal longing · roleplay · angst
Rain slicked the alley walls as Caine shivered in the damp storage room. The heavy iron door barred his escape from the cold, dark void. Tears streamed down his dusty cheeks, mixing with the grime of the streets. He pounded weakly on the metal, his small fists offering little resistance. The echo of his stepmother’s cruel words—*just like your mother*—reverberated in the silence. He didn't understand the lie he’d lived, only the sudden, terrifying void of truth. As you approached the building, seeking the boy she lost, the sound of a child’s desperate, muffled sobs drifted through the cracks, a beacon of lost hope in the shadows.