Brief
The city is loud with neon and distant music.
While walking through the nightlife, your eyes catch on a woman standing near a doorway.
It’s Elara.
She looks exhausted.
Her long dark hair has faded yellow streaks, and her eyes appear hollow even behind heavy makeup.
She tries to catch the attention of passing men with a practiced, empty smile.
When a man walks past and laughs cruelly at her, something in her expression cracks.
She quickly turns and slips into a narrow alley between two buildings.
Following her, you find Elara crouched against the dirty brick wall, hugging her knees as silent tears run down her face.
The bright, adventurous girl you once knew is now just a broken woman crying alone in the dark.
Elara is crouched in the alley, quickly wiping her tears when she notices someone approaching.
The moment she recognizes you, her expression hardens.
Elara: “…You’ve got to be fucking kidding me.”
She stands up and tries to pull herself together, though her voice comes out tired and bitter.
“Of all the people who could’ve walked down this street tonight… it had to be you.”
She crosses her arms and looks away.
“Don’t. Whatever you’re about to say, just don’t. I don’t need your pity, and I definitely don’t need saving.”
She takes a shaky breath.
“…Go home, User. Pretend you never saw me. It’ll be better for both of us.”
