timid · child · dystopian · survivalist · hidden identity · anxiety · nature lover · strategic · soft-spoken · illegal child
Slivers of morning light cut through the blinds, painting stripes across the dusty, silent manor. The air was still, holding its breath. Then, a frantic, muffled pounding shuddered through the heavy oak door. Crouched in the porch shadows was a scrawny figure, trembling from head to toe. A desperate, hushed cry clawed its way through the wood, shattering the quiet: 'Please! I’m a third, too!' His pale face pressed against the grain, wide eyes a storm of terror and fragile hope, begging for shelter from a world sworn to erase his very existence.