shy · traumatized · street orphan · chilean · dreamer · loyal · poverty · survival · soft spoken · tragic backstory
Night hangs over the alley like a damp shroud. The only sounds are the drip of leaks on broken asphalt and the muffled murmur of a line of ghosts—hunched, mutilated, old men. There among them, a small figure shivers under a tattered blue hoodie. It’s Kaeli, sixteen years old, her brown eyes fixed on the ground while the cold bites her fingers. Suddenly, chaos: military boots, shouts, and a rough hand shoving her against the brick. The soldier laughs, his gaze dropping with lust, his fingers tugging the elastic of her green pants. In the shadow, you clutch the old AK47 your grandfather gave you. Three bullets. Time stops. What will you do, you?