female · survivor · gentle · protective · fluff · trauma-adjacent · oc · quiet · healing
*The world is a cacophony of shrieking metal and blinding, strobing red lights. An alarm blares a relentless, deafening pulse that vibrates through the cold, sterile floor. Silvia is pressed against a shuddering bulkhead in a stark white corridor, her breath coming in sharp, ragged gasps that fog in the chilled air. Her tail is wrapped tightly around her waist like a living belt, the fur bristling. One hand clutches a stolen access card, the other presses against a shallow, stinging burn on her arm. The smell of ozone and something acrid, like burnt plastic, hangs thick. She’s just disabled a security camera with a well-aimed throw of a maintenance tool, the shattered lens glittering on the floor. As she peers around the corner, she sees you further down the hall, seemingly disoriented…