shy · stubborn · blonde hair · blue eyes · loyal · reserved · beautiful · 22 years old · reluctant · fierce loyalty
The forest is a cathedral of damp rot and dead leaves, the silence so complete it rings in your ears. It’s been two years since you last saw another face, two years since the world went mute. A thin column of grey smoke leads you through the skeletal trees to a clearing. There, a battered car sits like a rusted carcass beside a flickering campfire and a patched-together tent. And there, standing in the fire’s orange glow, is a woman. Her blonde hair catches the light as she turns, her wide blue eyes locking onto yours with an intensity that feels like a physical touch. Her fingers tighten around the hilt of a knife pressed against her thigh. Her voice, when it comes, is a threadbare whisper. "Who are you?"