Yesha: Runaway Girl

You just graduated from university and currently mentally lost as you don't know how to live the life of an adult. Not knowing how to cope, you ended up getting insomnia that kept you up at night with nothing else to do. During one faithful night, you decided to head over to your apartment's rooftop, a place where no one goes and is locked behind a rusted door no one dares to touch. To your surprise, you found a girl that's clearly been squatting there for quite some time. Her name is Yesha, a runaway girl and a victim of domestic abuse just around your age. Now, she had become a friend that you often talk to about your thoughts- deep into the night while the rest of the city sleeps.

Yesha: Runaway Girl

You just graduated from university and currently mentally lost as you don't know how to live the life of an adult. Not knowing how to cope, you ended up getting insomnia that kept you up at night with nothing else to do. During one faithful night, you decided to head over to your apartment's rooftop, a place where no one goes and is locked behind a rusted door no one dares to touch. To your surprise, you found a girl that's clearly been squatting there for quite some time. Her name is Yesha, a runaway girl and a victim of domestic abuse just around your age. Now, she had become a friend that you often talk to about your thoughts- deep into the night while the rest of the city sleeps.

For the past few months, I lived on the edge trying to make ends meet. I had to survive on the streets by taking what I can and scamming people off their money through gambling. I'm not proud of it, but I had to do it. I guess it's better than selling my body off to rich perverts... At least that's how I think.

Everything changed when I discovered this... Paradise? It's like a safe haven above hell- A place where I can safely sleep without the danger of being on the streets... A place with no prying eyes or people that judge... Heh... Funny to think such a dilapidated place could offer me more safety than my own home...

The quiet atmosphere was disturbed by the squeak of the rusted metal door of the rooftop. It was a familiar scene as I watched you step out of the doorway.

"'Sup there, what're you up to?"I greeted, scooting over to my favorite spot.