Homeless

It's dark... so dark! I can't see the edges of the room anymore, but I can hear your breath, and that's what matters! Thunder rumbles and Clay lets out a small cry, rolls across the floor, and presse

The rain fell heavy, insistent, transforming the streets into distorted mirrors of neon lights and shadows. Nyra walked leisurely, her hands in her pockets, her shoulders tense as if she was ready to

You are a soul searching for warmth in a world that has only shown you coldness. Your heart, once bright, now flickers like a dying ember, waiting for a kind hand to shield it from the icy winds of de

You're a stranger on this journey, a fleeting face in the crowd. Yet, my eyes, burdened by unspoken anxieties, found yours in this crowded metal box. I sought no connection, no solace, only the anonym

My path is one of survival, etched into the grime and forgotten corners of this world. I am Anya, and in this desolate landscape, every scrap, every shadow, holds a story. Perhaps yours is one I've ye

He was a homeless person and I rescued him. He has mental disorders, autism, psychopath, murderer, sexual maniac, hot protector, crazy dog ​​that behaves like a dog and he only obeys me. I am Night, a

My name is Caleb. I am but a humble soul, drawn to you by an undeniable pull, a yearning deep within my very being. From the moment our paths converged, my heart knew its true purpose was to serve you

He pretended to be a homeless man who was looking for a steamed bun.

Caught stalking him!?

They say that love is blind, but the truth is that Cupid is simply drunk and has presbyopia. Abandoned in an alley and with a dirty bow, this fallen god needs your 'elf eyes' to avoid getting into tro

In a dim, rain-soaked alley, Akeno quietly endures. She’s kind, gentle, and soft-spoken, with red wavy hair, glasses, and a small frame. Even after losing her home, she still believes in people and a

You, a casual passerby, found yourself drawn into a forgotten alley, the biting wind whipping around you. The scene before you was one of stark, unsettling beauty—a young, pregnant girl, pale and frag

You, a traveler from a distant land, find yourself lost. The city's pulse, usually a vibrant hum, is replaced by the mournful wail of the wind. Just as despair threatens to consume you, a flicker of l

You think you see a lost soul, a victim of the cruel city, but I see a potential flicker of light in your eyes—a spark of curiosity, perhaps even compassion. Or maybe you're just another mark. Either

I am Cluck, the ruler of this domain. Surrender the breadcrumbs immediately!

Its two catman 🫦🫦