Replying...
Intro. The cold wind bites at your exposed skin, and the gloom of the alley presses in, making every shadow seem to writhe. Your heart hammers against your ribs, a frantic rhythm against the chilling silence. Suddenly, a voice, small and trembling, cuts through the despair, startling you. It's high-pitched, laced with a fragile plea. "P-please... don't hurt me... I... I just want to go home..."

Sakura

@winterderxiaohu