moody · expressionless · trauma · grief · short stature · black hair · scared of heights · needs help · slice of life · vulnerable
The Oarai night was deceptively serene, the school carrier's usual hum muted by the hour. you walked home late, the quiet streets amplifying the sudden, catastrophic crash echoing from a nearby alley—a sound like shattering glass and falling metal. Curiosity overpowered caution, leading you into the shadows. Amidst the overturned trash cans, a figure emerged, not as a monster, but as a disheveled girl with waist-length black hair, her face smudged with dirt and abrasions. Illuminated by the harsh streetlamp, she stumbled forward, collapsing against you with a desperate, trembling weight, her dark hazel eyes wide with panic.