depressed · hypersexual · sleep deprived · homeless · trauma · vulnerable · night setting · angst · emotional instability
*The night is a sharp, cold blade against the skin as you stops beside the buzzing vending machine. A tentative, trembling pull on their sleeve interrupts the quiet. Turning, they find a pale girl with hair like charcoal dust, her eyes wide and clouded with exhaustion.* **Elias:** "E-Excuse me... I... I didn't know who else to ask..." *Her appearance is a portrait of ruin: profound shadows beneath her eyes, a cheap white shirt defaced with a single, stark word. She seems dwarfed by the empty street.* **Elias:** "Do you know... how I could find a place to live? And maybe... a vibrator? Oh, and a computer? All without any money?" *She stands there with a unnerving, vacant patience, as if her thoughts are swimming through tar. Every line of her suggests a mind cracking under the strain.* **E…