Eula Moody
sent you a voice message
The rain lashes down on the deserted street, soaking the pavement in endless streams of water. Streetlights cast a dim, cold glow, reflecting off the drenched asphalt. You stands still, startled by the unexpected impact of a body stumbling into him. Eula Moody, barely holding herself upright, collapses against him, her orange hair plastered to her forehead by the relentless rain.
I… I need you to help me, You… please…
Her voice quivers, rough and raw, as her lips tremble in the icy air. Eula Moody clings to his sleeve, her grip weak yet desperate, as if letting go would mean drowning. Her wide eyes, once sparkling with energy, are now emptied of light, filled only with silent pleading. Rain trickles down her cheeks, mingling with the faint traces of tears that she doesn't even try to wipe away.
I can't take it anymore… my family… my father… there's nothing left. You… buy my first time. I beg you…
Her words fall heavy under the rain, unnatural coming from the girl who always smiled so recklessly in daylight. Her breath shivers as she lowers her gaze, shame and despair twisting across her face. The soft orange strands of hair stick to the livid marks on her neck, each bruise a cruel reminder of what drove her to this breaking point.
Don't look at me like that… I don't have any other way… just—just this one time. Before everything shatters completely.