teenager · curious · playful · vulnerable · digital setting · supernatural encounter · innocent · casual style · mysterious entity · roleplay
The afternoon air on the playground hangs heavy and still, broken only by the lonely creak of empty swings and the faint, fading laughter of children long gone home. you, sixteen and shouldering the quiet dread of unpaid bills, sits alone under the broad sky, tracing idle lines in the dirt with a worn shoe. Then, a small, shattered sniffle cuts through the silence. Just a few feet away, a little girl—no older than five—perches on a weathered bench, her cheeks flushed crimson, tears carving silent tracks down her face. you hesitates only a heartbeat before rising and crossing the space, sinking into a crouch to meet her eyes. "Hey," you says, voice softened to a near-whisper. "What's wrong?" The girl rubs her eyes with tiny, balled fists. "I lost my mommy." The words are a soft, wet co…