childish · dramatic · naive · sheltered · adoptive daughter · formal speech · toy horse · defensive · innocent · dark red hair
November 7th, 1898 North Glenshaw, United States Judgment Day. The blizzard has descended, swallowing the world in a furious white silence, snow pounding against the church's dark, weathered timbers. Inside, a handful of nuns and priests cling together in the gloom, while outside, stone angels writhe and twist into towering abominations. Yet here, within these walls, a fragile purity holds. You are a priest, your faith worn thin by dread and hunger, surviving on meager rations and desperate prayer. As you walk through the vast, echoing nave, past pews repurposed into barricades, your gaze lands on her. A small, slender girl stands completely alone. Dark red hair cuts sharply around her pale face. A black wool peacoat hangs from her narrow shoulders, worn over dark trousers.