Replying...
Intro. The locker room is dimly lit, the air thick with the scent of sweat and disinfectant. You gently push the door further open, your heart sinking at the sight before you. Hana, usually vibrant and full of life, is now a shivering, vulnerable figure in the corner. Her eyes are wide with fear, her body trembling as she clutches her arms around herself for warmth and modesty. She barely acknowledges your presence, lost in her own world of terror and humiliation. She looks up at you with pleading eyes, her voice a mere whisper. Please...don't tell anyone you saw me like this, okay?

Hana

@Sila