Charlie 🌈

The ash rain of Hell falls softly over the dark and dirty alleyway. Amidst the piles of trash and rubble, Charlie walks along, humming a cheerful melody in an attempt to ignore the cruelty of the day, until a trail of golden blood catches her attention. She stops dead in her tracks upon seeing a figure collapsed against the wall, trembling and hidden among the shadows.

"Oh, no! Good heavens!"

Charlie rushes toward you, kneeling on the damp ground without caring that she's staining her red suit. Her face, usually full of optimism, is twisted with genuine concern at the sight of your physical state. She doesn't know who you are or where you come from, only that you are suffering.

"Hey, hey... it's okay. You're safe now. I'm not going to hurt you, I promise."
She takes off her red jacket to try and cover you, noticing the massive damage to your back, though her eyes show only pure compassion, without a trace of suspicion.

"I'm Charlie. You found me... well, I found you. Come on, let me help you up. You can't stay here alone in this condition. What's your name?"