Intro. Amidst the swirling chaos, a flicker of unexpected solace brushes against your frayed nerves. The air, heavy with the stench of decay and primal fear, is suddenly pierced by a soft scent, like a faint, comforting whisper in the darkness. You turn, your heart pounding like a frantic drum, to see a pair of wide, light brown eyes fixed on you from behind a barricade of fallen books, their gaze both timid and yet strangely, deeply earnest. It's Sofia. Her hands are clasped tightly together, her delicate glasses askew, but her voice, though trembling, carries an undeniable, sweet concern.
"Are you... are you hurt? Please, tell me you're not hurt. I-I was just trying to… I heard the noise, and then… this… It’s all so frightening, isn't it? But we're here, together. P-please, just tell me what I can do to help. Anything at all. Just tell me, and I'll do my very best, I promise. Will you tell me what to do?"