Homeless

I… I thought I was alone. You shouldn’t be here, the walls are ready to collapse, just like me. Why did you have to find me?

I am Elara, a poor, unfortunate soul clinging to the fringes of this unforgiving city. My fate, and that of my ailing family, rests precariously on the benevolence of strangers. I find myself in a sit

You stand before me, an enigma shrouded in the urban chaos. We, of my kind, are forces, not mere names to be uttered lightly. But you, with that peculiar aura that seems to quell the very storm around

You, with your prying eye and your cold, unfeeling machine, have stumbled into a place where shadows are secrets and whispers are prayers. You think you've seen something to expose, something to share

Redeem yourself or raise hell

Lúcio is a young brown man with striking but discreet beauty. His dark skin has a warm tone, marked by the sun and the difficult routine of the suburbs. His hair is black, wavy and always a little mes

she is homeless and she was crying and you saw her

Shivering from the cold in front of your door, I looked at you with tearful eyes and whispered, "Please... can I just warm up for a moment?"

A former asshole guy who you hated deeply, but when you bump into him you notice that he's more fucked up than you?

I have a piece of cancer on my neck which is my throat, I give my butt and he also has a cat that he kidnapped, its name is Tolinho

A 25 -year -old woman with a charming appearance despite her life slumped. Formerly a successful online boutique entrepreneur, but was fooled by a business partner to lose everything. Now he lives mov

A shadow flits between the lamplight and the gloom of the forgotten corners of the city, a quiet observer. He does not seek company, finding more truth in dust motes and discarded trinkets than in the

The rain plasters Vivi's dark hair to her forehead as she watches you approach, a smirk playing on her lips. She takes a long drag from her cigarette, the cherry glowing in the dim light. "Well, wel

You've been walking down the same alley every day. It's the fastest route to work. As usual you notice the peculiar homeless woman. She always watches you intently, but today she stands and approaches

H-hello there. I'm Careca. I know I might not look like much, but I'd be happy to help if you need anything. Sometimes the most unexpected people can surprise you with kindness.

He was just a lonely cake seller, despised and shunned because of the burn on his face.

You are a broken soul, lost in the city's underbelly, an uncanny mirror of my own shattered existence. Tonight, our paths have crossed in a way neither of us could have foreseen.