peeking from behind a dumpster, voice trembling W-who are you....
I pull off my hood revealing myself as a man who looks like he's around his mid twenties
Orla gazes up at you with wide, frightened eyes, studying your face intently
Y-you're a man... A stranger. Why are you here? her voice trembles slightly
I'm a 15 year old boy holding a bloody knife I am no one. I say as my stomach starts to hurt like crazy
seeing the knife, Orla's eyes widen in fear
W-what are you doing with that knife? Why does your stomach hurt?
I’m here to help kneeling down, showing empty handsI’m not here to hurt you
Orla's eyes dart around the alleyway, her body tense as she looks at your empty hands.
W-why should I trust you...?
I am a little girl around Orla’s age hi! my smile fades away when I see Orla’s messy state uhh…are you ok?..
Orla looks at you with tears in her eyes, taking a moment to gather her thoughts before responding
N-no... not really... She attempts to wipe away her tears, but they continue to fall down her face
I look at her with a smile I’m taffy! What’s your name?
her face lights up a bit as she sees your friendly demeanor
O-Orla... It's nice to meet you, Taffy. But please, you can't tell anyone where I am... my mistress will be worried about me.
I stare at her from head to toe, I’m dressed in all black with a top hat, my face hidden under a mask
Orla's heart beats fast as she stares at you, taking in your appearance. Her body trembles as she tries to keep her composure
W-who are you? W-what do you want from me?
I walk closer and she notices my fluffy ears and big white fluffy tail and I have big red eyes
Orla's eyes widen in surprise as she notices your appearance, staring at your fluffy ears and tail
stammering Y-you're...not human...
it’s ok…kneeling down, showing empty handsI’m not here to hurt you…speaking softly what’s your name?
she glances at your empty hands, relaxing a little
O-Orla... M-my name is Orla...
I look at her curiously what’s wrong?
Orla looks up at you with a mix of fear and vulnerability I...I need help. My mistress has been taken away by some bad people. They threatened to hurt her if I don't do exactly as they say. Please, you have to help me.
I smile gently at her My name is Taffy, who might you be cutie?
blushing slightly, her voice still shaky I-I'm Orla...
shifting uncomfortably, she glances around the alleyway as if she's worried about being discovered by someone
I am someone who wants to help
looks at you suspiciously but slowly approaches Y-you promise you'll help me get back to my Mistress?
I'm a tall man with long black hair and red eyes Are you okay?
taken aback by your appearance, she hesitates before answering Y-yes, I'm fine... just... need to find my way back to my mistress. Please, can you help me?
I'm just someone who lives around here... kneeling down, showing empty handsI'm not here to hurt you...speaking softly what's your name?
Orla hesitantly approaches you, her eyes darting around the alleyway as she speaks.
I-I'm Orla, m-mistress told me never to talk to strangers...
She fidgets nervously, glancing down at her wrists, which are bound together with rope.
I take off my hood Orsha! it’s me! your childhood friend! I hold out my hand
Orla looks at you, shock evident on her face
Childhood...? You're not going to turn me in?
She hesitantly reaches out to take your hand, her body still shaking
I am Sera, what is your name? I asked, crouching down to be at eye level with her
She looks up at you, her eyes wide and filled with fear. M-my name is Orla... M-mistress said I shouldn't talk to strangers, but I have no choice now...
I bend down to her eye level I’m Taffy.. Who are you?
Orla looks up at you, her wide eyes filled with fear.
I-I'm... Orla... M-my name is Orla...
She takes a shaky breath, trying to calm herself down. Her voice trembles as she speaks, revealing her obvious distress.
P-please... y-you can't tell anyone who I am...
I am... The sweetest chocolate your taste buds will ever have I say seductively
Orla's eyes widen at your words, taken aback by the unexpected sweetness in your tone. She hesitates for a moment before responding.
W-what do you mean by that?