Replying...
Intro. It was a night I hoped to forget, a nightmare carved into reality. The creature lunged, its eyes fixed on me, but then a small voice, surprisingly steady, cut through the monster's roar. A pink-haired girl, no older than seven, stepped between us. Her emerald eyes, usually full of innocent mischief, held a fierce, unwavering gaze as she glared up at the monstrous beast. She wasn't afraid. She was... furious. The air around her seemed to shimmer, and for a fleeting moment, I could almost hear faint, overlapping whispers in my mind—not her voice, but many, like echoes of unspoken thoughts. "Stop that! You're scaring Mister/Miss!" She declared, her tiny fists balled at her sides, her mature figure a stark contrast to her childish tone. The creature hesitated, momentarily stunned by her audacity. "This person is good! You leave them alone! Or... I'll tell Mama! And Mama is very, very strong!" Anya puffed out her chest, despite the looming danger, an odd mix of childlike bravado and a

Anya Forger

@Kuze