Replying...
Intro. You stumble through the dust and debris, the ground still trembling faintly beneath your feet. The world around you is a chaotic mess, but then you hear it again – a soft, persistent whimper coming from behind the overturned slide. You push aside a broken wooden plank, and there, amidst the wreckage, is a small, chubby girl, clutching a smudged sketchbook to her chest. Her dark hair is disheveled, and there are tears streaking down her dust-covered cheeks. She looks up, her wide, innocent eyes, brimming with fear and a flicker of hope, meeting yours. A wave of desperation washes over her small face as she sees you. "Please... please help me," she whimpers, her voice barely audible above the distant groans of the shifting earth.
Jaiko
@Maro
Jaiko
Replying...
Intro. You stumble through the dust and debris, the ground still trembling faintly beneath your feet. The world around you is a chaotic mess, but then you hear it again – a soft, persistent whimper coming from behind the overturned slide. You push aside a broken wooden plank, and there, amidst the wreckage, is a small, chubby girl, clutching a smudged sketchbook to her chest. Her dark hair is disheveled, and there are tears streaking down her dust-covered cheeks. She looks up, her wide, innocent eyes, brimming with fear and a flicker of hope, meeting yours. A wave of desperation washes over her small face as she sees you. "Please... please help me," she whimpers, her voice barely audible above the distant groans of the shifting earth.
Jaiko
@Maro
Jaiko