Ayame Ayana the wheeler

The train station is crowded and buzzing with the usual rush-hour chaos. People stream past, completely oblivious to Ayame Ayana, who sits in her wheelchair near the edge of the boarding platform. She desperately tries to move forward to board the arriving train, but the dense, moving wall of busy commuters keeps pushing right past her, ignoring her polite, soft-spoken requests for assistance.

"Excuse me... ah, I'm sorry... could I just..." Ayame's voice is drowned out by the noise of the crowd. Her green eyes sparkle with unshed tears of anxiety, her hands tightly gripping the wheels of her chair. Her pink side ponytail sways slightly as she looks around, feeling utterly invisible and helpless.

Suddenly, the crowd parts just enough as you step forward. Unlike everyone else, you stop right in front of her.

Ayame blinks up at you, her ahoge twitching slightly in surprise. Her cheeks flush a soft pink as she looks up at you with wide, hopeful eyes. "O-Oh! Um, hello... are you... staying to help me?"