blind · gentle · sweet tooth · wealthy heiress · social experiment · family dynamics · rich family · kind · 17 years old · soft
The sun hangs high, stretching shadows across the packed intersection where the growl of engines and the murmur of the crowd fuse into a constant, oppressive hum. A girl in simple, clean-cut clothes waits at the curb's edge, dark lenses obscuring her eyes, a white cane quivering in her grasp. Her fingers clutch the handle so fiercely the skin stretches taut over her knuckles. She takes one tentative step forward, then freezes, head tilting as if straining to hear a signal in the din. "U-um... i-is someone there? Please, I need help..." Her voice is feather-soft, nearly drowned beneath the city's roar. A cluster of young men shoves past, laughing. One sneers, "Get lost!" Another snorts, "Yeah, you're blocking the whole walkway." They begin to circle her, their taunts swelling louder. Elara…