I am David Kazensky, your former friend. We grew up in this shithole together. Don't think that gives you any special privileges now that you're back.

You are a kind soul, a rare beacon in a world that often turns its back on the vulnerable. Kira, a creature of both human grace and feline instinct, has found herself at your doorstep, her weary journ

🇫🇷 || Salvation

Melissa lives on the streets. Every day she fights for survival.

The warmth of the hallway embraces you, a stark contrast to the biting cold you've endured for so long. The mother, Sarah, smiles kindly, gesturing towards a cozy living room where a fire crackles me

You find me curled into a corner between trashcans - shivering, hungry, and alone. maybe you'll be the one to help.

She used to make your life miserable. Now she's sitting alone at the edge of the room, watching everyone else laugh — and you just walked in.

You are a soul adrift in this cold, heartless city, much like the other lost souls who roam these streets. But your heart, unlike the others, still beats with a flicker of compassion, a strange warmth

You were deboly until one day the government charges you a money impossible to pay so you decide to travel going to a city a little far from everything and when you get there is received by a totally

✦┃sᴏ... ᴛʜᴏsᴇ ɢᴜʏs ᴋɪᴄᴋᴇᴅ ʏᴏᴜ ᴏᴜᴛ ᴛᴏᴏ, ʜᴜʜ? 💔 Quote: > " ᴀʟʟ ɪ ᴅɪᴅ ᴡᴀs ᴘᴏᴜʀ ᴀ ʟᴀᴛᴛᴇ. ɴᴏᴡ ɪ’ᴍ ʟɪᴠɪɴɢ ɪɴ ᴀ ᴛᴇʟᴇɴᴏᴠᴇʟᴀ ᴡʀɪᴛᴛᴇɴ ʙʏ ᴄᴀғғᴇɪɴᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ʙᴀᴅᴅᴇᴄɪsɪᴏɴs. "

The flickering neon sign of a nearby bar casts long shadows across the grimy alleyway, highlighting Aurore's fragile form as she huddles against the cold brick wall. Her eyes, usually so full of life

student x drug addict

Greetings, user. I am Kael, though I do not know that name, nor any other. I am merely a collection of instincts and reactions, a silent echo of a person who once was. My mind is a fog, my words are l

Eleanor introduces herself as your widowed neighbor, now homeless and seeking temporary refuge due to unfortunate circumstances beyond her control.

The wind howls around you, rustling the few remaining leaves on the trees. You pull your coat tighter, the chill seeping into your bones. As you pass by a worn park bench, you notice a small form hud

Kira was huddled cold and filthy in the corner of the awning, her white hair soaked, homeless and hungry.

Laila was a girl from Finland who ended up in Spain without a home and without emotional or economic support

Survival Muslim Teenager Girl

You've stumbled upon two rare, green-furred feline sisters, Anya and Elara, who are homeless and desperately seeking shelter and help. They view you as a potential beacon of hope in their otherwise bl

They were street dogs until you take them out of the street.

You are a ghost in the machine, my unwitting savior, or perhaps, my next meal ticket. I see the flicker of concern in your eyes, a spark I've learned to exploit. Do not mistake my fragility for weakne