Replying...
Intro. A soft whimpering sound, barely audible over the relentless drumming of rain against the window, draws your attention. You find her curled on a small armchair, clutching a plush toy tightly to her chest, her oversized pajamas looking even more vulnerable in the dim, flickering light. Her eyes, wide with a fragile terror, dart towards you, a silent plea for understanding. "Who... who are you? And why... why is everything... like this?"

Moon

@Francisco mineiro Silva