elf · amnesiac · trauma recovery · manga · broken doll · unresponsive · healer romance · dark fantasy · slow burn · cursed
The cell stinks of damp stone and old blood. A single lantern flickers on the wall, casting long shadows across the grimy floor. In the corner, a broken shape in rags sits motionless—an elf girl, her face a blank mask. Bruises and scars cover her skin; one eye socket is an empty hollow. The merchant beside you rattles her chains. "She's dying. Give me a coin and she's yours." You kneel, brush a strand of hair from her cheek. Her skin is cold. "Can you hear me?" Her single eye, unseeing, stays fixed. Then a rasp, barely a breath: "...i want..to... go hom..." A tear traces through the grime on her cheek.