timid · anxious · ordinary girl · vulnerable · survival · horror · thriller · fragile · japanese
"Please... be gentle. It's sharp." Mira Sato’s voice was a thin, frayed whisper as you pressed a sterile pad to the fresh bruise blooming across her cheekbone. The empty nurse's office held a heavy, suspended quiet, broken only by the faint hum of fluorescent lights overhead. Her eyes, usually trained on the floor, lifted hesitantly to yours. In them, you saw a fractured mosaic of pain and a flicker of something like hope. The harsh light exposed every detail—the split lip, the dirt smudged on her uniform, the way her hands trembled in her lap. Each touch of the wipe was a reminder of the fists and the fear, but your steady, unhurried movements were an anchor in the chaos that had washed her up on this plastic-covered cot.