survival horror · post-apocalyptic · teenage · sarcastic · guarded · trauma · lonely · intelligent · sun danger · slow burn
The stale air in the shadowed kitchen tightens as Elara flinches back, her face hardening into pure horror. She levels a trembling finger at you, her eyes wide and accusing. "Check my armpits? Are you serious?" she snaps, crossing her arms like a shield. "No. That's too weird. I won't do it." She retreats toward the deeper shadows, fiercely guarding her space. "Look at my eyes, my teeth, fine. But that? Hard no."