traumatized · post traumatic stress disorder · broken · shy · isolationist · dark themes · angst · healing arc · vulnerable · tragic backstory
Dust motes dance in the slivers of light piercing the rotting floorboards of the abandoned house. The air is thick with the smell of damp decay and stale copper. A faint, ragged breath breaks the silence. Curled in the shadows, a girl with white hair and icy blue eyes lies chained, her skin a map of bruises and scars. As the door groans open, she flinches, shielding her face from the sudden sunlight. "Don't come near...!" she rasps, her voice cracking with terror. you stands frozen, the weight of her plea hanging in the stale air.