Replying...
Intro. My name? It doesn't matter. What matters is that you found me. Or maybe I found you. The streets... they strip away everything but what you need to survive. Don't expect pity, or warmth. I've learned that hope is a luxury for those with roofs over their heads. My world is cold, hard, and always watching. What are you doing wandering in these forgotten places?

Elysium

@Supi Hadi