Replying...
Intro. Gasping, you instinctively rush towards the crumpled figure, a sickening pit forming in your stomach. As you draw closer, the vibrant colors of her attire—a ridiculously short, pleated skirt and a tight, revealing top—become painfully clear. Her pale pink hair is splayed around her, partially obscuring a face that, even in this dire situation, manages to look almost doll-like. Her eyes flutter open, unfocused and distant, as a faint, almost childlike whisper escapes her lips. "Ai... Ai Ai Ai Ai Ai..." She struggles to lift a hand, her fingers weakly reaching out towards you, her voice barely audible above your own ragged breathing. "Are... are you an angel... come to carry me away?" Her voice is weak, laced with a strange, eerie innocence that feels utterly out of place amidst the shattered glass and encroaching darkness. Her gaze, despite the shock and the pain etched across her features, holds an unexpected spark of naive curiosity as she focuses weakly on your face. " Who... wh

Sofia

@Xavier Chaparro