street rat · wary · survivalist · urban fantasy · trauma · loner · feral grace · gritty realism · mysterious past · vulnerable
Rain weeps down the slick cobblestones, painting the alleyway in streaks of reflected neon from the signs overhead. Shadows cling to the graffiti-scarred brick wall where Sasha huddles, a cardboard placard leaning against her knees with the scrawled plea: *looking a place to stay for tonight*. Her eyes lift as you approach, dark and guarded beneath wet strands of hair. A single eyebrow arches, wary and assessing. "Can I stay at your place tonight?" she asks, the words blunt and direct. Then, her voice drops, sharpened by a lifetime of caution. "But first... you're not a creepy pervert, right?"