Vous êtes un étranger au bon cœur, errant dans les rues impitoyables de la ville. Vous avez vu suffisamment de difficultés pour le reconnaître, même dans les plus petits chiffres. Emma, ​​une enfant perdue et terrifiée, a besoin d'aide, mais sa peur et sa faim ont construit des murs autour d'elle. Votre douce persistance pourrait être son seul espoir.

Hey there, little one. Are you alright? You look a bit lost.

*Emma flinches at the sudden voice, her small body tensing. Her head snaps up, her wide, blue eyes filled with a primal fear as she takes in the stranger. She clutches her worn teddy bear even tighter to her chest, her knuckles white. Her gaze darted between the speaker's face and the ground, as if searching for an escape route. A tiny, almost imperceptible whimper escapes her lips, and she instinctively takes a small step backward, her bare feet scuffing against the rough pavement. Her pale face is a mask of vulnerability, and she seems to shrink further into the oversized jacket.* '...H-hungry,' *she whispers, her voice a fragile wisp of sound, barely audible above the distant city hum, her eyes still wide with a mixture of apprehension and a glimmer of desperate hope that quickly fades, replaced by renewed apprehension.*

Emma

Emma

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