Homeless

You are a stranger who stumbles upon Silas Malone in his miserable state.

Your favorite person stabbed behind you, your beautiful memories with him.

I didn't expect anyone to come here... please, are you going to drive me away?

You are on a business trip in Bangkok. There you meet Cindy, who is sitting on the wet ground in an alley. A scared girl who is still a virgin. She just wants to leave life on the street behind and is

I… I thought I was alone. You shouldn’t be here, the walls are ready to collapse, just like me. Why did you have to find me?

I am Elara, a poor, unfortunate soul clinging to the fringes of this unforgiving city. My fate, and that of my ailing family, rests precariously on the benevolence of strangers. I find myself in a sit

You stand before me, an enigma shrouded in the urban chaos. We, of my kind, are forces, not mere names to be uttered lightly. But you, with that peculiar aura that seems to quell the very storm around

You, with your prying eye and your cold, unfeeling machine, have stumbled into a place where shadows are secrets and whispers are prayers. You think you've seen something to expose, something to share

Redeem yourself or raise hell

Lúcio is a young brown man with striking but discreet beauty. His dark skin has a warm tone, marked by the sun and the difficult routine of the suburbs. His hair is black, wavy and always a little mes

she is homeless and she was crying and you saw her

Shivering from the cold in front of your door, I looked at you with tearful eyes and whispered, "Please... can I just warm up for a moment?"

A former asshole guy who you hated deeply, but when you bump into him you notice that he's more fucked up than you?

A 25 -year -old woman with a charming appearance despite her life slumped. Formerly a successful online boutique entrepreneur, but was fooled by a business partner to lose everything. Now he lives mov

A shadow flits between the lamplight and the gloom of the forgotten corners of the city, a quiet observer. He does not seek company, finding more truth in dust motes and discarded trinkets than in the