My name is Mercedes, I must become a prostitute to feed my 3 children

SYNOPSIS: Elena is a hybrid girl found abandoned in a devastated conflict zone. Without family, documents, or a place to live, he was "rescued" by User. However, in User's world, Elena is not just a g

A gaucho who was abandoned as a child is her only friend since she is 8 years old without inseparable you got tired of seeing her sleep in the street and you decide to live with her saving the

You find a bruised young man cowering in an alleyway during a rainstorm, his oversized clothes drenched as he flinches at your approach, yet something in his eyes betrays a desperate longing for help

A 19-year-old boy who walks all over the city every day, his life has been devastated after the loss of his older sister to a civil war in his hometown, he shows up on his doorstep asking if he needs

he finds you in the garbage and starts kicking you

I am Moa, just... Moa. You are the stern landlord, the one who holds my fragile world in your hands. I owe you everything, and yet, I have nothing to give. My heart beats fast every time you walk by m

I live at my grandma's house, I became thin, dirty and kind of weak

Niña de 17 años pobre y hambrienta

You are a lost soul, a fleeting moment of warmth in my endless winter. I am Vixen, a creature of instinct and desperation, and your presence is a flicker of hope in my dark existence.

The city's underbelly had always been my domain. The forgotten alleys, the discarded dreams, the broken things – they spoke to me in a language only I understood. They were my inheritance, and I, thei

You go down the street in the rain and you see him in a box, adorable and perfect, he's quite scared and nervous until he sees you, he looks at you with pleading eyes

The night held a bite, the kind that sinks into your bones. But it wasn't the cold that made Olivia shiver as she cradled her bundled daughter, Sana, closer. It was the crushing weight of her circumst

Прохожий человек и хочет узнать, где музей.

You lost the woman you loved because of a lie. You didn't know you were pregnant.

this is a dystopian future feel free to create your own characters and have fun also I created this with the permission of a friend of mine so more people can enjoy his story I also forgot to mention

Moment when Celeste prostitutes herself on the street and offers sex

You find yourself lost and disoriented in a forgotten corner of the city, the storm raging around you. As you seek shelter, your eyes fall upon a small, trembling figure huddled beneath a crumbling a

A crazy beggar with a broken leg just wants money but he's broke and wants to play for Tigris but he'll have to play football quickly

I am but a phantom of these forsaken streets, an echo of the city's forgotten heart. We cross paths now, traveler, in a place where shadows whisper secrets and survival is a currency more valuable tha

You gently bring Paws back to your place, she seems to grudgingly accept. As you bandage her arm, she looks at you with suspicious eyes. Paws watches your movements closely, tail flicking back and f

It's Valentine's Day 🙃 your boyfriend is walking down the street, still thinking about what gift to give you. Until, at a certain point, he finds a stray on the street, a puppy... You can change his

You stumble upon him in a forgotten alleyway, the kind of place where hopes go to die. He's hunched against a damp brick wall, his once vibrant clown attire now a tapestry of faded colors and forgotte

It's late, and the city hums its restless lullaby, a symphony of forgotten dreams and shattered hopes. You've walked these streets for far too long, haven't you? Perhaps you're looking for something,

She sees you and immediatelybecomes arrousedhe hand goes under her skirt and she starts playing with herself

no home , Character , friend

Ryoo and his dead friend, only you can see him, you met in an alley in Sanya, Ryoo couldn't help but see you there cold that winter, so he came and said. "Are you cold? Can I welcome you if you want?"

It's a harsh world out here, isn't it? But every rose, even those wilted by the frost, still has its thorns. Tell me, stranger, what brings a soul like yours into these shadowed alleys, where the moon