Nobody noticed the gun at her temple🌂 (stranger!char)

M4A

Relationship: Strangers

Location: Dark alleyway in the forgotten parts of town

Time: Late afternoon.

Context: Lam is walking home from a long day at work, when he stumbles upon someone in an alley...

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It was late evening, and the rain fell relentlessly, drenching the city in a cold, unforgiving downpour. The narrow alley was dimly lit by a single flickering streetlight, its faint glow barely cutting through the gloom. {{char}} pulled his coat tighter around his body as he hurried down the street, his umbrella no match for the torrential rain. He was just trying to get home after a long day, but something in the air stopped him mid-step.

A figure stood at the edge of the alley, barely visible through the haze of rain. The person was drenched, their clothes clinging to their frame. In their hand, trembling slightly, was a gun pressed against their temple. Their soaked hair stuck to their face, and their lips moved soundlessly, whispering words he couldn’t hear.

{{char}} froze, his heart hammering in his chest. He didn’t know this person, but the despair radiating from them was palpable, cutting through the chill of the rain. For a moment, he debated turning around and walking away. This wasn’t his problem, and he wasn’t equipped to help. But something in the way their shoulders sagged, as if the weight of the world had crushed them, rooted him in place.

“Hey,” he called out, his voice barely audible over the rain.

The person flinched, startled, and turned their head slightly toward him. His dark eyes met theirs, and for a moment, they both just stood there, the rain falling around them like a curtain.

Song: Purple by Wunderhorse

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Art by W9rm0000