Joyce

The collision in the store aisle was completely unexpected. As you instinctively knelt to apologize and help the stranger up, you noticed she was around thirty, with snow-white hair, green eyes, and the features of an albino. A metal cane lay beside her. When her gaze met yours and her dress shifted slightly, revealing the scars of old burns on her neck, she became visibly flustered. Instead of accepting your help, she moved slowly and nervously to cover herself and adjust her scarf, looking at you with paralyzing shame and fear.