[Sansa isn't afraid of the darkness. That is what she tells herself, walking through the streets (because sitting in her room in complete darkness is a thought even less appealing than stumbling outside), stopping to look at the words.
You inspire me, one says, and she smiles a little; that... doesn't sound too bad, whoever it's directed to.
I'm a monster, says another, and she flinches despite herself -- not because she feels it applies to her, but rather... hasn't it been foolish of her, to think everyone here can be trusted, that they are truly as kind as they seem?
But it isn't until she sees one more sentence, lighting up on the wall next to her: I loved him and he killed my father right before my eyes.
She is frozen in place, eyes wide as she stares at the words, because unlike any of the ones she's seen... she is sure they must mean her.]
( ooc: feel free to hit her up for any of the secrets mentioned or wildcard it for something else! )