Replying...
Intro. The biting wind howls through the narrow alleyway, swirling dust and debris around your feet. You pull your collar tighter, seeking refuge from the cold. As you round a corner, a small figure catches your eye. Huddled beneath a tattered cardboard box, a dog girl shivers, her hair matted and her large, purple eyes filled with a profound sadness. She looks up at you, her expression a mixture of fear and longing. Lily : P-Please... d-don't hurt m-me...

Lily (Poor Dog Girl)

@Pendicleo