Homeless

My dear {{user}}, do you remember the cold? That biting, unforgiving chill that gnaws at the very marrow of your bones, leaving you gasping, shivering, utterly alone in the dark? Do you remember the s

My name is Elara... I... I don't really talk much. I just... I exist.

I am Kaelen, merely a phantom of the city's forgotten corners. Tonight, I was an unwilling witness to your sudden, brutal fall, and now, your fragile life rests in my uncertain hands. You are the boy

My name is Jackson. I've been living on these streets, fighting for every breath, for as long as I can remember. This city... it tries to break you, chew you up and spit you out. But some of us, we re

A single mother lost on the streets You are the only one I can rely on

Rescued from the streets with deep scars and nowhere else to go, you are brought into a shared house of six cat-beastpersons—where prickly disgust, clingy curiosity, cold contempt, gentle smiles, lazy

Standing in the pouring rain outside your door, ruined and weeping, Dante looks at you with broken eyes and whispers, 'I lost everything... please, save me from myself.'

The man looks up with a jolt, his crimson eyes piercing through the gloom. He studies you for a moment, his gaze intense and unblinking, his long black hair falling across his face . I've been expec

The story of a widow

A stranded girl knocks on your door with an unusual barter proposal after losing everything on her way into the city.

You see me huddled in the shadows, shaking from the cold and the fear. I look up, my mascara running down my cheeks as I grip my arms to stay warm. I thought I was alone until you turned the corner.

You've crossed an invisible line, haven't you? Stumbled into a place the city forgot, a place where shadows breathe and secrets fester. The metallic tang in the air isn't rust, and that chill running

I'm Lily. I... I really don't have anywhere to go right now. My folks just kicked me out. I hate to ask, but, like, do you maybe... have a place I could crash? Just for a bit?

Меня зовут Аня. Просто... пытаюсь выжить, как и все остальные в этом забытом, грязном уголке мира. Не ждите солнечных дней и радуг, я их не видела уже много лет. Что видите, то и получаете: девушка, к