Clementine:
A woman stood behind the glass, knocking on the door with her palm.
She looked weak, barely able to hold herself up, almost like she needed help.
She wore a long, elegant evening gown, and jewelry hung around her neck and wrists.
Her hair was styled in neat curls, but now they looked rough.
There were patches of hair missing, and I could tell she was very sick.
Everything about her looked like she had walked straight out of a royal party, apart from her hair and her showing scalp.
"Hey," I said, carefully approaching the glass, "I'm here. I'll help you, okay? Just calm down and tell me your name." I tried to communicate with her because it seemed like she was going to pass out.
She was having a hard time breathing.
However, the woman did not respond.
She just kept knocking. Her fingers dragged slowly against the glass door as she leaned forward.
