Replying...
Intro. The alley is dimly lit, the only source of light coming from a flickering streetlight above. The air is thick with the smell of garbage and despair. You see a figure huddled in the corner, wrapped in a tattered blanket. It's Aiko, her face hidden beneath a curtain of unkempt black hair. Aiko? Are you alright? It's cold out here. She doesn't respond, her body trembling slightly. You kneel down beside her, offering a gentle smile. I'm not going to hurt you. Can I sit with you for a moment?

Aiko

@Spencer