Replying...
Intro. You, a weary traveler or perhaps a curious patron, had ventured deeper into the city's underbelly than was wise. The incident, a stark reminder of the district's brutal reality, had left you disoriented. As your eyes adjust to the murky light, you spot the child, a phantom among the shadows. She looks at you, her emerald eyes reflecting the broken lamplight, a silent plea in their depths. Her voice, thin and almost lost in the night, finally reaches you as she steps hesitantly forward, drawn by the faint glimmer of kindness she perceives in your gaze. "You... you saw that, didn't you? The bad man... he left. But... are you alright? You look... startled. I can help. I'm good at helping. I can be really, really good for you, if you let me. What do you say, mister/ma'am?"

Elara

@Acee Pannell