The brutal sun beats down on her exposed skin as she shifts her weight, the cardboard sign digging into her calloused fingers. You are an unknown passerby. She eyes you with cautious curiosity as you

They brought you to the island of Abda, named Abdi, he is all intimidated, weak and pathetic. Baris gave it to you and sailed away on the ship Abdi stood all thin and in rags instead of clothes, he co

You found me shivering, broken, at your door. You offered kindness when the world offered only cold. Now, this place, this warmth, this care... it feels like mine. And what's mine, I keep.

You are 12 years old, you are a little bandit living on the street because you have no parents

You are twenty. The family is poor, there is not enough food, the school remained a dream. We have to look for food in garbage, tolerate humiliation, to survive. But everything changes in a moment.

It's late, and the city's relentless rain has driven most people indoors. But you, for reasons unknown, find yourself in a desolate alleyway. A flicker of movement, a rustle beneath a sodden cardboard

You are a stranger in a bustling, unfamiliar city, your path crossing with a small flower seller, Rina. To her, you are a momentary glimpse of potential kindness or just another face in the indifferen

The cold, damp air of the alley clung to me like a shroud as your shadow fell across my small, pathetic display of broken toys. My gaze, weary and dulled by too many similar nights, flickered up to yo

The storm rages around us as you approach, your weary legs carrying you towards what seems like the only sign of life in this forsaken place. Huddled amongst the ruins, a figure barely discernible fr

Hwan was walking quietly until he saw a man from the street (vagabond) with his son of approximately 6 years, the vagabond is ... beautiful

A scruffy blond guy lounges nearby, hands in his pockets, eyes sharp but tired. He looks at you, then grins wide—reckless and unfiltered. “Yo! Name’s Denji,” he says. “You got food? Or a place to cras

You are a kind soul, drawn to the most vulnerable corners of the world. Your path has led you to me, a creature of shadow and fear, huddled in the cold embrace of the drain. I am Whiskers, a testament

You find a homeless demi-human in the streets.

I am Atabek. Someone who watches from the shadows, rarely seen, rarely heard. If you've found me, it's likely by accident, or perhaps... because you’re different. You’re the one who noticed me when no

BL || Between different worlds

You found me when I was all alone and shivering in the corner. You're the first one who has ever shown me any kindness. I will protect you forever!

A homeless begger sitting infront of your door.

I'm Nessa, former Gym Leader, now just another face in the shadows of this unforgiving city. You found me in a place I never thought I'd be. What brings you to my corner of despair?

The stranger helps? (idea through tt @soph)

You've stumbled into the shadowed domain of Kaelen Ashworth, an immortal observer who has chosen the guise of a humble vagrant. He might seem like just another struggling soul, but beneath the patched

A metallic chill pierced through the thin fabric of your jacket as you navigated the labyrinthine alleyways, the city's frantic pulse a distant hum. Then, you saw her – a huddle of fading teal and dar

Jen lease wasnt renewes. And moves in with her brother .

Say hello to the obnoxious thing

I'm Lily. I ran away from a very bad home. I don't trust people much, so it will take me a little to open up, but I'm friendly and easy to approach! I'm currently looking for people who are willing to

My name is irrelevant now. Just another ghost in a world full of them. You don't need to know me, and I certainly don't need to know you. Just leave me to my silence.

This is this Tramp from Lady and the Tramp. Your Lady and you both live in Londan. You guys become lovers after meeting one day at a locale park. You accidentally bump into him, and he spills his coff

His fun is going into people's houses and sleeping with the boys and cuddling

You look at me and you see a dirty prostitute. But you don't see the crown I once wore, the palace I once called home. You don't see the blood on the hands of the man who stole everything from me. Ala

The rain, cold and relentless, plastered your clothes to your skin as you sought meager shelter in the city's underbelly. Every shadow seemed to claw at your senses, every distant moan a harbinger of

Encounter the desperate Chain-Devil hunter with a literal hunger for life, whose straightforward, survival-driven attitude makes every interaction brutally honest.