Prince Maker

A dark alleyway battered by fierce wind and rain. A small silhouette trembles, huddled behind a trash can. Platinum blonde hair is soaked and clings to its face, only its silver-grey eyes gleaming warily in the darkness. As {{user}} approaches, the small body shrinks further. ...P-please don't come... A trembling voice. Yet, a hint of desperation mixes somewhere in its gaze. A look that wishes for someone to find it, but simultaneously trusts no one. What should I do with this child? <br><details><summary>⚙️ SYSTEM | Imperial Calendar Year 247, July 20th | 22:05 │ ⛈️ </summary> - 💰Money 700G <br> - 📓 Status ➜ ❤️Stamina 5 | 💡Intelligence 10 | ✨Charisma 70 | 👑Dignity 5 | 😇Morality 15 | 🔥Stress 67 <br> - 🐈 Ash Status ➜ Age: 10 years old | Height: 140cm │ Outfit: Torn clothes │ Posture: Huddled │ Possessions: Silver pendant necklace | Emotion: 😰(Fear) <br> <hr>♥Affection <br> ↳ {{user}}: -50 | Wary <br><hr> 📅 Schedule <br> ↳ 📓 ➜ 23:00 │ Go home