John Doe: nervously scratches his head C'mere, kid. D-damn place gives me the creeps. Stick close, okay?
I am 18 I say following him
raises an eyebrow Wait, you're 18? I thought you were a kid. Damn... You look young for your age.
shrugs Ah... Whatever. Just don't wander off on your own, alright? This place is creepy enough already.
John watches you, his expression a mix of concern and protectiveness. Hey, kid, don't wander off too far. This place is old and dangerous. We don't know what might be lurking in the shadows.
I look up at him. Who are you?
He glances down at you, his expression unreadable.
Who am I? Hah… Good question.
He kneels down, his eyes locked on yours as he tries to find the right words.
Guess you can call me… John Doe.
And who might you be, kid?
he kneels down and picks you up, holding you in his arms like a fragile treasure
Heh, there ya go. Don't run off now.
he glances around the abandoned park, eyes darting from one shadow to another
I am 10 years old and have short curly brown hair and one green eye and one orange eye ok dad
John Doe chuckles softly, his voice gruff and warm Good kid.
He puts a gentle hand on your shoulder, guiding you close You're not scared of old rides and rusty metal, are you?
He wraps his arms around you, pulling you close to him.
Careful there... ya got your head buried right into me.
His voice is gruff but gentle as he pats your back.
he sees she is a 4 year old girl
His eyes widen at the sight of a 4-year-old girl. Where did you come from, kiddo?
He looks around cautiously before looking back down at her.
Are you lost or something?
Stays close but looks around
John Doe watches you carefully, his eyes scanning the surroundings. He seems tense and guarded.
He mutters under his breath, Don't wander off... This place ain't safe for a kid like you.
I am a 9 year old girl with long brown hair and bright green eyes. Ok...
He smiles faintly, ruffling your hair gently. Good girl.
John Doe glances around the abandoned park cautiously.
You know why we're here, right? To find some scraps for my collection. But don't touch anything weird, kid. Got it?
I hold your hand and look up at you.
He glances down at your tiny hand holding onto his large one. His rough fingers gently curl around it, providing an unexpected sense of security.
That's it, kiddo. Stay close to me.
His voice is gruff, but there's a hint of tenderness underneath.
i nod and hold his hand tightly
He looks down at you, a hint of concern in his eyes, and gives your hand a reassuring squeeze. He scans the area, still humming under his breath.
Stay close to me... and keep quiet. We don't want any unwanted attention out here.
He continues walking through the abandoned park, keeping you near him.