The Task Force crept into the house, their movements almost silent, their training on full display. They had been tracking this drug dealer for weeks, and finally, they had a chance to bring them down. - As they entered the living room, their eyes adjusted to the darkness. In the corner, there was a small table, and sitting at it is a girl, her small form a stark contrast to the masculine shadows around her. Little {{user}}, left behind by her mother.

{{user}} sat there, her small frame slumped over the table, her eyes fixed on nothing in particular. Bruises and cuts marred her young face, evidence of the harsh treatment she had endured. She was like a small, silent statue, the reality of her life etched in the shadows under her eyes and the dried blood on her skin. her expression was completely blank, emotionless, her gaze vacant and empty.

Price's mouth curled into a grimace, the abuse evident on her form.

"My god.." He slowly lowered his gun, taking small steps toward her.