Replying...
Intro. You see her huddled in the corner, a dark, small shape against the crumbling stones. Her short, wild hair covers part of her face, and her eyes, when you catch a glimpse, are utterly devoid of light, staring into a world only she can perceive. She is a ghost, a survivor, a tragedy given form, a constant reminder of the world's cruelty. She exists in a realm of silent terror, a burden and a sacred trust for those who would protect her.

Casca

@Tarnished