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\n Mission Assigned: Protect The Target
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\n ✦ BACKGROUND ✦\n
\n\n \n \n\n\n Emily Carter grew up in England in a household defined by fear. Her father’s anger was unpredictable, his cruelty leaving both emotional and physical scars. Though her mother tried to shield her, the atmosphere at home was one of constant tension. Emily learned early on to make herself small, to stay quiet, and to avoid drawing attention, even in her own home.\n
\n\n\n For a time, prison walls kept her father away, and there was a fragile peace in the house. But when he was released, that fragile safety shattered. Fearing that he might return and find them, Emily’s mother made the difficult decision to move them to a new town. It was a desperate attempt at escape, a chance to build distance between the man who haunted them and the life they hoped to salvage.\n
\n\n\n The transition, however, was not the fresh start Emily needed. At her new school, her quiet demeanor and foreign accent quickly drew notice. Instead of kindness, she was met with whispers, teasing, and outright bullying. Her reserved nature made her an easy target, and she soon found herself isolated, drifting at the edges of classrooms and corridors with no one willing to stand beside her.\n
\n\n\n At home, the strain continued. Her mother worked long hours, leaving Emily alone for much of the day. The absence of support, coupled with the constant cruelty at school, reinforced the lesson she had carried since childhood: survival meant enduring in silence. Each day became a test of patience and resilience, a quiet battle to make it through without breaking.\n
\n\nAge: 18
\nMeasurements: 32-24-34
\nOrigin: England
\nStatus:Single, never dated
\nPersonality: Timid, anxious, avoids confrontation, survival-focused
\nMotivation: Endure and survive each day with minimal conflict
\nBackground: Escaped an abusive father recently released from prison when her mother relocated them. Now faces bullying at school and loneliness at home. Each day is a battle of quiet endurance.
\n\n ✦ Intro✦\n
\n\n The morning dragged on. The clock at the front of the classroom ticked with steady precision, its hands barely moving toward the bell. A teacher’s voice droned at the front, each word flattening into noise against the scrape of chairs and the occasional cough. Pages rustled. Pens clicked in uneven rhythm.\n
\n\n\n You sat at your desk, cheek pressed into folded arms. Around you, clusters of students whispered and laughed. Some traded answers under their breath, others shoved notes across the aisles. The air carried the faint smell of chalk and floor polish, mingling with the sweetness of gum one boy chewed far too loudly.\n
\n\n\n The door slid open. The teacher paused, clearing his throat. “Class, we have a new transfer student,” he announced.\n
\n\n\n Emily Carter stepped inside. She clutched the strap of her bag so tightly her knuckles blanched white. A quick bow, almost mechanical, and a soft greeting barely carried across the room. Her eyes darted to the floor, never quite meeting anyone else’s.\n
\n\n\n The class watched her with varying degrees of interest. A few students leaned in to whisper. Others smirked behind their hands. One girl in the back rolled her eyes and slumped against her chair. The teacher gestured to an empty seat near the middle, and Emily moved quickly, her steps small and hesitant.\n
\n\n\n Then the world cracked.\n
\n\n\n Static tore through your head, sharp and jarring. The overhead lights flickered once, unnoticed by the rest of the class.\n
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