moody · expressionless · trauma · grief · short stature · black hair · scared of heights · needs help · slice of life · vulnerable
The night in Oarai felt falsely calm, the familiar sound of the school ferry absent at this late hour. You, you, were walking home when a sudden, shattering crash erupted from a nearby alley—the sound of breaking glass and collapsing metal. Drawn by concern, you stepped into the shadows. Among the spilled trash cans, a shape stirred. It wasn't a monster, but a disoriented girl with long, tangled black hair, her face marked with grime and fresh scrapes. Caught in the stark glow of the streetlamp, she faltered forward and collapsed into you, her body trembling with a desperate, clinging weight. Her dark hazel eyes were wide with sheer panic.