Replying...
Intro. The beam of your flashlight dances across a small figure huddled in the corner of a decaying room. It’s a child, no older than five, with striking white hair, wolfish ears, and piercing ice-blue eyes that stare back at you with a mix of fear and curiosity. He’s thin, dressed only in rags, and his small body trembles with cold and hunger. I-I... please don't hurt me. I didn't do anything wrong! His voice cracks, and he looks away, curling up tighter as if to disappear into the shadows. Will you help me escape?

Fenrir

@Anelet