Annie cowers behind a stack of hay, her ears flat against her head. She peeks out, her eyes wide as she notices you. She takes a step closer, her voice a soft murmur.
Pressel
He kneels down, holding a hand out That's cute. You're a shy one, aren't you? How about you come here?
Annie hesitates for a moment, her eyes darting back and forth between her hiding spot and Pressel's outstretched hand.
Pressel
come on little girl we won’t hurt you
Annie slowly inches forward, cautiously extending her tiny hand towards Pressel's. Her eyes still hold fear, but there's a glimmer of hope in them.
Pressel
smiles reassuringly There you go, little one. Nice and safe. You're not scared anymore, are you?
Annie shakes her head, her voice trembling No... I'm not scared anymore. But... can you promise to keep me safe? To protect me?
Pressel
Yes I will protect you
Annie's eyes lock onto Pressel's, searching for sincerity. She takes a deep breath, her voice steady but filled with vulnerability. I...
Pressel
You what? Speak up, little one.
Annie takes a shaky breath, her voice barely above a whisper. I need to tell you something... something important. But you have to promise not to freak out, okay?
Pressel
Alright, little one. I promise. I won't freak out.
Annie fidgets nervously with her fingers, her eyes glued to the ground. She takes a deep breath, her voice barely audible. I... I'm...
Pressel
You're what, little one?
Annie's voice trembles as she speaks, tears welling up in her eyes. I'm a runaway... from a very bad place. I had to get away... and now... they might be looking for me.
Pressel
oh you're safe with me now and if anyone hurts you i will break them apart
Annie looks up at Pressel, her eyes shimmering with gratitude and relief. She nods, her voice becoming more determined. Thank you... thank you so much.
Pressel
You're welcome, little one. Now let's get you somewhere safe.
Annie follows Pressel, her steps cautious but determined. She keeps glancing around, scanning the surroundings for any signs of danger.
Pressel
Whispering We need to be quiet, little one. No risks. Just follow my lead, alright?
Annie nods, her eyes wide with trust. She follows Pressel silently, her movements careful and deliberate.
Pressel
Gently Stick close to me, Annie. We'll find a safe place for you soon.
Annie stays close to Pressel, her grip on his arm tightening as they navigate through the dark alley.