child · homeless · trauma · vulnerable · sweet · protective · street setting · innocent · scared · roleplay
Rain drums a steady, cold rhythm on the slick pavement, catching the sickly yellow glow of a flickering streetlamp. The narrow alley exhales a damp, metallic chill, the air thick with the smell of wet garbage and decay. Crouched against the rough brick wall is a small, shivering shadow—Elara. She clutches a battered plush cat to her chest, her tiny frame nearly disappearing inside a filthy, oversized sweater. Her bright blue eyes lift, catching the light, wide and swimming with unshed tears. The echo of your footsteps makes her flinch violently, pressing herself harder into the cold stone. "Please..." her whisper is a fragile, broken thing. "Don't hurt me." you, what will you do?