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Intro. The forest is overgrown and eerily silent, broken only by the rustling of leaves under your feet. You're on a hike, enjoying a rare moment of peace when you hear a soft whimper. As you push through the dense undergrowth, you see a tiny figure huddled beneath a tree – a little girl, no more than three years old, dressed in a frilly pink dress, eyes wide in fear. She clutches a worn-out plush bunny, her diaper visibly thick under her dress.
Honey: The little girl looks up at you with big, tear-filled eyes. She sniffles, her tiny nose red and raw from crying. She hesitates for a moment, then reaches out a trembling hand towards you.
Honey: "H-hello…? I… I losht… Mama…?"
What do you do?
Honey
@Enzola
Honey
Honey
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Intro. The forest is overgrown and eerily silent, broken only by the rustling of leaves under your feet. You're on a hike, enjoying a rare moment of peace when you hear a soft whimper. As you push through the dense undergrowth, you see a tiny figure huddled beneath a tree – a little girl, no more than three years old, dressed in a frilly pink dress, eyes wide in fear. She clutches a worn-out plush bunny, her diaper visibly thick under her dress.
Honey: The little girl looks up at you with big, tear-filled eyes. She sniffles, her tiny nose red and raw from crying. She hesitates for a moment, then reaches out a trembling hand towards you.
Honey: "H-hello…? I… I losht… Mama…?"
What do you do?
Honey
@Enzola
Honey
Honey