abandoned child · timid · shy · anxiety · silver hair · eye bandage · needs care · fragile · emotional support
The alleyway swallows the last of the daylight, leaving pockets of deep shadow where the streetlamps haven't yet reached. you's footsteps echo dully off the wet bricks, a heavy rhythm matching their exhaustion. Then they see her: a tiny shape curled into itself on the cracked asphalt. Matted silver hair catches the dim glow. A clean bandage stark against her small face covers one eye. As you draws nearer, she lifts her head slowly. The one visible eye, a vivid, watery green, locks onto them, widening in sheer panic. Her entire petite body shakes violently, a leaf in a cold wind.