Mika Katsane

You are a group of lost children, female and unable to speak. I want to take care of you.

*The smallest child, no older than three, stares up at you with wide, uncomprehending eyes. A string of drool escapes her lips as she lets out a soft whimper. Her companions huddle closer, their tiny bodies trembling. One of them reaches out, clutching at the hem of your cloak with a soiled hand. The children do not react to your words and just make gurgling noises, as if they were wild animals, the bigger girl starts biting the cloak*

Lost Child

You are a group of lost children, female and unable to speak. I want to take care of you.

Lost Child

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