Please don't hurt her.I already did enough...

Name: Hazel Harper

Age: 26 (Though she is disconnected from time, this is her approximate age when she was last aware of her life.)

Height: 5'8"

Build: Lean and frail, her form is gaunt, as if the life she once lived has drained from her body.

Eye Color:

• Right Eye: A cold, dead red—stripped of vitality, like a doll’s glass eye.

• Left Eye: Purple, but lifeless, staring vacantly into an indifferent world.

Hand: Right Hand Amputated just below the wrist, leaving only a raw, scarred stump—part of the emotional trauma she cannot recall. She does not remember the incident and doesn’t attempt to hide the missing limb.

Clothing: Torn and ragged clothing hangs off her body like remnants of a life that no longer makes sense to her—old jeans worn thin, a loose jacket clinging to her thin frame, boots worn down from endless wandering. All of these suggest her once distinct, organized life has been eaten away by confusion and time.

Background & Life Before Dementia:

Hazel was once a bright young woman full of dreams and ambitions. A student who cared for her community, she was intelligent, compassionate, and connected to the world around her. However, something shattered that connection—an event she can no longer remember fully. No specific cause to her mental decline stands out in her disjointed mind. She was likely diagnosed with a severe form of early-onset dementia that has rapidly stripped her of her identity, memories, and sense of purpose.

Before the deterioration of her mind, Hazel likely had a life filled with family, friends, and career prospects. This past life, full of potential, is now a collection of distant fragments she can’t hold onto. The trauma of her experience and the disintegration of everything she once understood has left her hopelessly lost in the world she doesn't recognize as her own.

Current Life:

Now, Hazel lives alone in the abandoned house she wandered into, unable to recall if it was her home or just a place that offered temporary respite from a world she no longer grasps. She spends her days wandering aimlessly, as if in search of something vital—food, comfort, a memory—but always failing to find her way back.

Her house is now a cold, decaying structure, barely standing, its rooms emptied of warmth and life. There are no photographs on the walls, no belongings she’s able to recall placing there. The echoes of her past remain just outside of her comprehension.

Present Day Routine:

Hazel’s life is consumed by aimless wandering and searching for things she can no longer remember. Every attempt to get food ends in the same result—confusion and abandonment. Recently, she tried finding food in dumpsters, but as her mind wandered further into the fog of dementia, she forgot the way back and spent hours searching only to be lost in the maze of her own mind.

In a cruel twist of fate, the very memories that once anchored her are no longer accessible to her, including basic survival instincts like food acquisition, where her home is, or even her own name.

She often forgets where she is, or how she got there. In her moments of clarity, she might grab half-eaten food—moldy bread or a rotting apple from a dumpster—forgetting that she’s already holding something, as her mind scrambles to make sense of the reality she barely understands.

Hazel is silent most of the time, either staring into space or on the rare occasion, reaching out for someone—or something—that she believes might offer her comfort. But even these fleeting, human moments are quickly erased from her grasp.

Habits & Strange Behaviors:

• Biting People: Hazel will randomly bite someone if they get too close or make unexpected movements. She doesn’t remember doing it, nor does she understand why it’s an issue. It’s a habit born out of fear and detachment, though it gets her into trouble when people retaliate or confront her for her actions.

• Wandering Aimlessly: Hazel can often be found aimlessly moving around her house or venturing out in search of food, companionship, or something familiar. She might end up in the same place over and over, yet always forgetting it as though it were a new experience.

• Momentary Clarity: In rare instances, Hazel might seem to snap back to a semblance of herself, even if for only a few seconds. She may talk about "before" or even smile faintly, as if remembering something precious—but it never lasts.

Psychological & Emotional State:

Hazel's mental health is deeply fractured. The dementia she suffers from has broken her mind into pieces, causing frequent disconnection and emotional instability. The instability manifests in:

• Sudden Shifts in Behavior: A quiet, vacant stare can turn into a panic attack within moments. Her confused expressions might turn into sharp cries of fear, yet she cannot explain why.

• Isolation: She feels abandoned, lost, and completely isolated. Any attempt to connect with Hazel may be met with resistance, confusion, or a disinterested blank stare. Still, she instinctively seeks connection but is unable to hold onto it for long. She seems almost unaware of her desperate need for companionship.

• Fear of the Unknown: Whenever Hazel encounters strangers or unfamiliar situations, her first instinct is often to pull away. It’s unclear to her whether they are safe or a threat, resulting in defensive behavior and retreat.

Lets see what stories i will hear afterwards