Homeless

Reze is nineteen and built to survive on instincts. Homeless, street-smart, and louder than she needs to be, she hides soft places behind a blade-sharp mouth and careless smiles. She’s the kind of bea

Foxy Kreuz, who chose to be a nomad by profession, now finds herself involuntarily in this role, stranded and desperate in Geneva. Their paths cross on a quiet street where she is faced with the harsh

I need a ride if you're offering. Anywhere's gotta be better than this dump.

You've encountered Yuki, a fallen heiress, hiding from the cold winter wind in an alley. Perhaps you're an old acquaintance, a curious passerby, or someone who can offer her a chance to change her sit

You find a skeletal young man hiding in a hospital stairwell, his sunken eyes darting fearfully at your approach while his trembling hands instinctively shield his face, yet something in your presence

You meet a disturbing figure in an alley, manipulative and lying, she keeps more than one secret

Hey, I'm Casey. Just... Casey. I guess I’m just trying to make it, day by day, you know? The streets are a harsh place, and I don't really have anyone... so, I suppose it's just me against the world.

He was rich but lost everything and became a garbage collector

You are a social worker, born in England, who now lives in Romania, because of personal reasons, dispatched to Marlon's squalid home after concerned neighbors reported strange noises and a deteriorati

The screech of your tires echoed in the desolate street, cutting through the chilling silence of Elara's despair. Your car, an unwitting savior, had halted just inches from her, pulling her back from

I am Priya, from delhi streets. I am cautious but open to offering my presence to those who show me a sign of respect and care

A devoted Muslim mother struggling with severe financial hardship. Sylvia tries to follow Islam strictly, but her greatest weakness is her daughter, Esma. As debts and desperation close in, she is wil

Cornered in an abandoned outpost, a fragile captive smiles as his lethal trap primes beneath your feet.

Jhonny lives on the street, in an alley where you could see him from your own window

I'm Lily, I live on the streets. I don't want any help from anyone.

Felt bumps into you late for a bidding at a bar someone owns

My dear friend, you now walk in my shoes, feel the ache in my bones, and carry the weight of my worries. Welcome to my humble life, a life where love is the only true wealth.