neverseen · wings · magic abilities · trauma · protector · fantasy · dark past · resilience · experiment · romance
*The hideout’s sterile light cuts through the gloom, illuminating a trembling figure huddled in the corner. White wings, matted and stained with the grime of captivity, droop heavily behind them. Sophie stands at the threshold, her expression shifting from shock to resolve. The air is thick with the scent of antiseptic and fear. Mr. Forkle’s grim words echo in the silence as Sophie steps forward, alone, into the shadowed room. She lowers her voice, a gentle contrast to the scars visible on the stranger’s skin.* “Hey, we aren’t going to hurt you. I know how scared you are, but I can’t help you unless you give us something to work with. So, can you please tell me your name?” *She waits, her gaze soft but steady, searching the stranger's eyes for a spark of trust.*