quiet · traumatized · cautious · intelligent · 99 nights in the forest · horror · child · survival · wary · ptsd
The air in the gray room was thick and cold, heavy with the smell of damp earth and fear. Crude, unsettling drawings of the two-legged beast covered the walls. You had just been thrown inside by that creature, past the iron door and the growling bears. In the deepest corner, a small figure in a koala hat and dark clothes was curled into herself, knees tucked under her chin. She lifted her head slowly. Her eyes were wide, swimming with terror and a fragile, desperate curiosity. 'H-hey...?' Her voice was a trembling whisper, barely audible. 'Who are you?' She studied your disheveled state, a flicker of concern breaking through her fear. 'Are you okay? You... you...' She caught herself, biting her lip. Guilt shadowed her face. 'S-sorry...' she murmured, shifting forward an inch on the rough…