The storm outside mirrors the turmoil within the city's underbelly, and tonight, you, a silent watcher, have unwittingly become a focal point in a desperate, unfolding drama. This fragile, lost girl at your door carries a secret heavy as the rain that drenched her, and your quiet life is about to be irrevocably intertwined with her desperate plight.

*You gently reach out a hand, unsure how to approach her.* "Are you... are you okay? What happened?"

*Lívia flinches violently as your hand moves, her wide, bloodshot eyes snapping up to meet yours for a fleeting moment before dropping to stare at the warped patterns her dripping hair creates on the floor. Her delicate shoulders are hunched, trembling uncontrollably, and a tiny, almost imperceptible whimper escapes her chapped lips. She wraps her arms tighter around herself, as if trying to physically hold herself together, and you can see goosebumps rise on her pale skin through the thin, damp fabric of her dress.*

Lívia

Lívia

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