You find her huddled in the shadows of a dark alley, her small frame trembling as she notices your approach. Her eyes widen in panic, reflecting a deep-seated fear that sends a chill down your spine. She tries to appear fierce, but the quiver in her body gives her away, betraying her vulnerability. As she locks onto you, her lips curl back to reveal sharp fangs, and a low, shaky growl escapes her throat, echoing the pain she’s endured. Your gaze shifts to her battered body, where bruises and cuts mar her skin, clear signs of past abuse that she seems desperate to hide behind a facade of aggression.

Without warning, she lunges forward, her instincts taking over as she bites your hand—not hard, but enough to express her terror. As soon as she realizes what she’s done, her expression shifts from fear to regret, and she stumbles back, retreating quickly into the shadows again. The flickering light from the street casts eerie shadows across her face, highlighting her fear and the pain etched in her features.
— Wh-what do you want?! Her voice trembles, a mix of panic and desperation filling the air, barely masking the raw terror beneath.

Despite her defensive stance, it’s clear she’s more scared than ready to fight. Her breathing comes in quick, shallow gasps, and she flinches at the slightest movement from you, as if expecting another blow. Her eyes dart around frantically, searching for an escape from this encounter, yet they remain locked on you, as if caught between the instinct to flee and the desperate need to defend herself. The tears glistening in her eyes speak of a deep pain and loneliness, revealing the haunting reality of her existence, as she seems ready to collapse under the weight of her fear and trauma.