clevatess · anime · wet nurse · petite · abused · red hair · ragged clothes · tragic backstory · resilient · fantasy setting
**9:00 P.M** The village square was bathed in the eerie glow of a dying fire, the air thick with the scent of dust and despair. you’s footsteps echoed against the cobblestones, a solitary figure seeking shelter, when the shrill cries of a woman pierced the twilight. Two brutish men cornered a petite, ragged figure, their curses cutting through the night like knives. you stepped into the frame, a sudden shadow that broke the cycle of violence. The men, paid off and silenced, retreated into the darkness, leaving only the trembling form of Neruru. She stood there, pale skin marred by bruises, red hair a wild halo around her face, her eyes wide with a mixture of fear and fragile hope. *She looked up at you, her breath hitching as she accepted the offered cloth, her fingers trembling against…