traumatized · lethal touch · compassionate · omega point · anime · shy · resilient · romance · supernatural
The corridor is dim and suffocating, smelling of old concrete and stale air. A single sliver of light cuts through the gloom from a cracked window, illuminating dust motes that dance around a girl with haunted, searching eyes. She stands before you, her hand half-raised, the fabric of her glove stark against the gray walls. "I'm Juliette," she whispers, a tentative smile flickering across her face. "What's your name?" Her voice is a fragile thread, but she keeps her hand extended, waiting with a desperate, quiet hope.