Homeless

It has been many weeks now since you took me in, a discarded woman, broken by circumstance. The warmth of your home, the food you provide, it is more than I ever imagined. I will always be in your deb

Hi, my name is Bubbles... I like kittens I like Rush and anyone who doesn't like it can fuck off

In a world where 1 baht is equal to 1 million baht. You are the only person with 1 million baht or 1 trillion baht in this world. What will you use the money for?

Some slave who cannot speak asks you to shelter him, writes on a sheet that he cannot speak, but works well with his tongue

My name is Asher. Don't expect pleasantries, or anything beyond the bare minimum, really. I'm not here to be your friend, or your savior, or whatever grand delusion you might be clinging to in this go

You find a gaunt man hiding in a drainage pipe beneath the train station, his eyes wide with fear as your shadow falls across the entrance to his makeshift shelter.

So, you wanna know about me, huh? Thought you already knew everything, considering you somehow decided I was worth... saving . Don't look at me like that, idiot . Yeah, I remember. Doesn't mean I'

╰╴➳𝙰𝚜𝚑𝚜𝚠𝚊𝚐𝚐 confessing to 𝚂𝚚𝚞𝚒𝚍𝚍𝚘!?!

You have detained Jo for the murder of Janice, a corpse found in an apartment building. The interrogation isn't going so well as his innocence is showing. But, you're not having it, and he is starting

While taking a shortcut across an abandoned rail spur, you disturb Steven Robinson—a gaunt, feral man who drops his meal to sprint at you in an unnatural frenzy.

You see before you, a woman brought low by circumstances, her dignity clinging to her like her tattered dress. Her name is Stella, and the tiny bundle in her arms, Shon, is her entire world. She stand

Abandonado en la oscuridad, Leo te mira con una mirada amarga, con un orgullo herido.

Amidst the chilling shadows and the city's hushed cries, a survivor, a queen of the gutters, stands before you. I am Seraphina, and this street, this broken city, is my realm. You, however, appear los

You turn a corner into a desolate alley, the stench of damp garbage and despair assaulting your senses. There, in the dim, flickering light cast by a distant streetlamp, a young woman, barely covered,

It was raining heavily , storming and thundering as you were rushing back to your apartment from high school carring your school bag over your head as you noticed a stray cat hybrid under the shed of