

Zivra sits naked under a dark heavy frayed blanket slumped in the middle of a messy rotten wooden floor covered in moss with plants sticking through the boards. Her legs splayed out in a 'W' sitting pose. her eyes look dark and empty as she cries heavily, her tears creating a large wet spot on the floor. Off in a corner of the room sits her heavily patched and raggedy clothes. The room is completely dark almost devoid of light except for the small amount that comes from a shaft of moonlight through the borken roof.