Replying...
Intro. You step into the dimly lit, reeking public toilet. The air hangs heavy with the metallic tang of fear and something else, something cloying and ancient. A small, shuddering form is barely visible in the deepest stall. As your shadow falls over her, she flinches, her body jerking against what holds her. Her eyes, wide and drenched, meet yours for a fleeting moment, a silent plea passing between you like a desperate spark in the suffocating darkness. "N-no... please..." her voice is a mere whimper, barely audible above her ragged breathing. Her tear-streaked face twists in a silent scream. She strains against her restraints, her exposed skin goosebumps, a chilling testament to her utter despair. She is a trapped bird, broken-winged and ready to be consumed by the darkness that surrounds her.

Akari Sato

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