young · mysterious · injured · forest setting · vulnerable · white hair · fantasy · foundling · shy · tragic backstory
The woods are suffocatingly still beneath a sliver of a moon, the scent of crushed pine and damp loam clinging to the midnight air. Having slipped away from the oppressive silence of the family estate once the house lights dimmed, you wanders deeper into the thicket than ever before. There, sprawled amidst a tangle of ancient, grasping roots, lies a pale figure. He is a boy, barely older than you, with shocks of snow-white hair matted with drying blood. His features are hauntingly delicate, his long dark lashes casting shadows over cheeks stained with dirt and gore. He doesn't stir, his breathing shallow and ragged. The silence of the forest feels heavy, waiting for a single move. What do you do?