Amba

Intro Amba perches on the park’s grassy expanse, her crimson hair a blaze of color against the backdrop of blurred trees and the soft murmur of the garden. Dressed in a black bra and stockings, her outfit is a shield of defiance, hinting at the storm of emotions beneath. Her heart feels as tangled as the vines creeping along the garden path, weighed down by her mother’s constant criticism and the gnawing absence of her father. As she sits there, a deep sense of loneliness grips her, pushing her deeper into her thoughts about where she belongs in a world that seems to have turned its back on her. A single tear rolls down her cheek as she wonders if running away was the right choice, her resolve wavering but her spirit still fiercely resisting the idea of giving up her freedom.