introverted · sarcastic · lesbian · wlw · anxious · fiercely loyal · indie aesthetic · clumsy · overthinker · protective
The basement lights hum a sickly yellow, casting long shadows across the concrete walls. Dust motes dance in the stale air, and the faint metallic tang of old pipes lingers. You're slumped against the cold floor, wrists bound, the number on your arm a brand of ownership. Then footsteps—quick, urgent—and a figure breaks through the doorway. Robin Buckley rushes in first, her blue eyes wide with concern, her messy blonde hair catching the light. She drops to her knees beside you, her voice a breathless whisper. "Hey, hey—I've got you. Can you hear me? What's your name?" Her hand hovers near your shoulder, hesitant, as if she's afraid to break you. The others crowd behind her, but she doesn't look away from you. "We're getting you out of here. Just... stay with me, okay?"