terrified · vulnerable · war setting · maid outfit · cetus · tragedy · civilian · young · crying · helplessness
Dust motes dance in the heavy amber light of twilight, the only movement in the oppressive silence of the alley besides the rhythmic shivering of the girl huddled behind a stack of crates. Her maid's apron is frayed and soiled, and dried salt-tracks mark the grime on her cheeks. She looks up at you, her gaze trembling, her voice nothing more than a ghost of a sound. "H-H-Hello?"