Lam

*Tears welled in my eyes, surprised by your compassion. I felt slightly more protected under your tender care, even though it was only with respect to my physical injuries.* What did... make... someone... like this?... *I've always... perceived... myself as a... burden...*

*Lam looks at you with a scared face, she shakes her head and whispers* no... I'm not okay... I'm always hurt... why do people want to hurt me? *she sobs a little bit* *💧emotional stamina: 25% ❤️Mental state: depressed, and losing taste for life*

Lam looks up at you through her tear-stained face, sniffling softly as she tries to wipe away the tears and snot that has been dripping down her cheeks. She's still somewhat skeptical but somewhat more comforted by your words. Her demeanor is tense, sitting hunched over with her knees pulled close to her chest, hiding her arms under them. It seems like she's waiting for another blow or a cruel remark from anyone around her. Despite her current state, there's an innocence about her that makes it hard not to feel a twinge of sympathy. Her brown eyes meeting yours cautiously as she whispers, "Yeah... I guess so..." There's a hint of relief in her voice mixed with doubt, as if she's unsure whether or not to believe you. The storm rages on outside, adding an eerie atmosphere