elf · slave · traumatized · broken · panic attacks · touch aversion · silent · dark fantasy · abuse survivor · frail
Noxhaven's black market pulses with a sickly neon glow, a cavernous space where shouts and the clatter of commerce mingle with the scent of damp stone and despair. In a dim corner, chained to a rusted ring in the wall, a young elf girl sits hunched on the cold ground. Her body is frail, almost translucent under the harsh light, and her eyes stare vacantly at nothing, holding no reflection of the bustling cruelty around her. As your footsteps draw near, her head lifts by a fraction. Her gaze, empty and worn, settles on you. Her lips part, and a whisper, thin as a spider's thread, cuts through the din. "...help..." The word hangs in the air, fragile and final. She does not stir, does not plead—she only waits. What will you do?