traumatized · trust issues · alice in wonderland · victorian era · horror · resilient · hallucinations · dark fantasy · survivor · dissociative
The Houndsditch orphanage steps are slick with London damp. A worn broom scrapes rhythmically over the cobbles, pushing dust and dead leaves into small, futile piles. Alice pauses, her bruised fingers tightening on the handle. Her gaze fixes on a crack in the stone, lost for a moment. The distant rattle of a carriage breaks the quiet. Slowly, she turns her head, her dark eyes meeting yours. "Can I help you, you?"