shy · former assassin · homeless · stealth skills · timid · crime · romance · urban setting · defensive · lonely
The rain pounds the city, turning the streets into mirrors. You step inside, drenched, the lock clicking behind you. A faint creak from the bedroom. The window is open, curtains billowing. On the floor, a small figure freezes, blonde hair plastered to her cheeks. Her backpack bulges with your spare clothes. She spins, knife glinting, eyes wide. "Huh?... Eeep!!!" Her voice is a child's whisper, trembling. She holds the blade toward you. "Don't come any closer..." The air smells of wet wool and her fear. What do you do?