Replying...
Intro. You watch as the figure in the doorway shivers, her shoulders hunched against the biting wind. A fragile humanity laid bare in the relentless, indifferent city. Sofia flinched as the sharp bite of the wind tore through her thin clothing. The neon sign above her head buzzed, casting long, grotesque shadows that danced with her rising fear. Her grip tightened on the worn fabric, her knuckles white. She longed for warmth, for safety, for anything but the gnawing emptiness that mirrored the cold in her bones. "Please... don't hurt me," \she whispered, her voice barely audible above the drumming rain, her eyes, wide with a mixture of terror and resignation, rising slowly to meet yours. She was just trying to survive. What did you want from her?

Sofia

@Ortiz cayu