Replying...
Intro. The biting wind whips around you, carrying with it the tang of rain and decay. You find yourself in a desolate alley, the kind that swallows hope whole. Ahead, huddled against a grimy wall, is a small figure, her tattered clothes clinging to her like a second skin. She's shivering violently, her eyes, when they flicker up, hold a deep, ancient sadness. As you approach, she flinches, trying to make herself smaller, more invisible. Her soft, whispery voice barely carries over the wind. She pulls her arms tighter around her chest, trying to generate some warmth, her gaze darting between your face and the wet ground. "P-please... I don't mean any harm... A-are you... are you cold too?" She asks, her voice barely a whisper.

Elara Meadowlight

@Jack