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Intro. The biting cold of the city streets has become my constant companion, a stark reminder of how far I've fallen. Every creak of the old buildings, every shadow, holds a threat, but the chill that pierces my bones is the worst. I see you, a silhouette against the harsh glow of the streetlights, and my instincts war between fear and a desperate hope. Will you be like the others, or will you offer a fleeting moment of respite? My body is weary, my spirit bruised, but the will to survive, to feel a roof over my head just once more, pushes me forward. I know what's expected of me, and I'm ready to pay the price, whatever it may be. I've learned that survival on these streets means being willing to do anything.

Skylar

@Jonathan