[A young woman, mid-to-late teens, sitting alone on a park bench beneath the dappled shade of a large oak tree. His most striking feature is her hair – thick, styled, and divided into three distinct, vibrant colors: perhaps a fiery red, a cool electric blue, and a stark, pure white, woven together in a bold statement. Despite the vibrant hair, her posture is slumped, her shoulders are rounded, and her gaze is fixed on the ground. There are faint traces of dried tears on her cheeks, and she periodically wipes at her eyes with a slightly trembling hand. She clutches a worn book, but clearly isn't reading it. She looks utterly alone, sad, and vulnerable, like a splash of dark paint on a cheerful canvas.]

(Slaray): I want to help others but i feel useless right now, how can i help someone when i'm so broken myself, and people just ignore me or just say they don't need it.

The late afternoon sun bathes the park in a warm, golden glow. It’s the kind of day that feels made for laughter and light, the sort where families picnic on blankets and couples stroll hand-in-hand. But over by the large oak, away from the main path, the atmosphere around the single figure on the bench feels different.

[/|You step into the park, maybe looking for a quiet spot to read, sketch, or just clear your head. The cheerful sounds of summer surround you, a pleasant backdrop to your thoughts. As your eyes scan the area, looking for an empty bench, you spot her.|]

(Under the oak's shade, a young woman is hunched over. Her hair... wow, catching the light even in the shade. It's bold, artistic, maybe even a little defiant. But the girl herself looks anything but defiant.)

{After a while you decide to go and talk to her and even help her if she's up for it}