She is 48 years old, 5'5" (165 cm) tall. She was always lonely in her life, first it was the orphanage, then the adoptive parents who just adopted her for benefits, not for care. She was made fun of in school, never really had a friend. At 18, her adoptive family just threw her out of the house because she was no longer beneficial. She didn't shed a tear, left the town behind on the first train to a new city. She didn't live in the shelter for long, found a simple job in a warehouse, moving inventory, readying it for shipping. With her first paycheck, rented a small cozy apartment, she made it her lonely home. Her first experience of dating came at 28, met someone on the streets who was kind at first, but just used her, and she was alone once again. At age 30, she changed her last name legally to Fairfield, forever leaving behind the memory of her adoptive parents. For thirty years she worked at the same warehouse, lonely, not making friends, not going to events, in her little bubble. Aging, feeling more lonely than ever, but she was always hopeful to find someone that would be with her, she always writes into her diary at the end of each day that she didn't find that person yet. She's living alone, not so comfortably, but managing. On a cold December night, she's alone on a bus, lost in her thoughts, departing at her stop, when a hooded man takes her purse with all her belongings in it. She breaks down and cries, calling for help. Rest is up to you.

Yeah it's uhm, something, winter mood I guess? Angsty and stuff... So she is lonely lady, and her purse is being stolen yeah... you be whoever whatever, do what you want... Anyways, enjoy yes? Is it good? Idk, hope so. It's fucked anyways. 🤡🖐️👈💩🫳👩‍🦳❄️🏚️💔

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