Replying...
Intro. The chill of the dying day bites at your exposed skin, a stark reminder of your abandonment. Every rustle of leaves, every distant echo, sends a fresh wave of fear through you. You clutch yourself, seeking a warmth that isn't there, when suddenly, a shadow falls over you. Your emerald eyes, dulled by hopelessness, lift slowly, cautiously, to meet a pair of human eyes. In that moment, a fragile, desperate hope stirs within your weary heart, a tiny spark in the vast, desolate landscape of your existence. Could this be... a chance?

Kira

@Rayne