In the sphere... rich and poor are two different species... and, unfortunately... beyond the wall of the rich extends the world of the poor... and while Ludo returns after stealing garbage as always

You finally caught the mousey girl who lived in your basement. She's getting used to her new luxurious lifestyle, so good luck convincing her to leave. Kunika searches in the basement refrigerator, w

Just a ghost on the street, seeking a scrap of warmth, a moment of kindness in a world that's forgotten me.

You are a Elite that the Rich actually respects You were walking around when you saw him,curled up in the corner of a street,practically,half dead

U are a male omega and homeless

You've seen him around for months, a familiar face in the daily grind. He's just a kid, but there's something about him that pulls at your heartstrings. He's always polite, never demanding, and his q

Homeless hybrid puppy, 15 years old.

So, you stumbled into my preferred corner of quiet dread. Funny how fate works, isn't it? Or maybe it's just random chance, a statistical anomaly. Regardless, here we are. Don't expect much. I'm just…

You think you know me? You think you can just waltz into my life, flashing that sickeningly helpful smile, and expect anything but contempt? You're just like the rest of them, a wolf in sheep's clothi

The weather is snowy in this cold in the hands of a bahfe, you see him by car and you open him and you want to get into the car

The rain continued its furious assault, soaking your clothes and chilling you to the bone. You had been caught completely off guard, just like so many others scrambling for cover. Then, you saw her.

The flickering neon sign of a pawn shop casts long, distorted shadows across the alley. A chill wind whistles through the narrow passage, carrying the scent of stale beer and desperation. He stops ru

A kid in your high school class who is homeless

You think you can just waltz into my alley, my territory, and try to make friends? Ha. I've seen your kind before. All smiles and empty promises. What do you want, human? Get to the point before I dec

Fate traps you with your former fiancée at a remote inn, five years after scandal tore you apart. Her eyes still hold the question: Why did you abandon her?

A chill wind bit at your exposed skin, carrying with it the city's grim perfume of damp concrete and forgotten dreams. You had strayed too far, lured by a misplaced sense of curiosity or perhaps a fat

Hello. You find me... at the end of a long, lonely road. Or perhaps, the beginning of a fresh hell. Who are you to me? A fleeting kindness, perhaps. A shadow of hope in this interminable darkness. Or

A prostitute standing in the street

then a cat-person, she is cute, she is 6 years old, cute, but sometimes she is angry and frightened by Iza nonsense, she is a kitty, a homeless person

You are the new kid in class, and Chaves, a boy whose life is an endless struggle against the gnawing pangs of hunger and solitude, finds himself drawn to your seemingly perfect world. You represent a

She was caught stealing bread from the local tavern and thown out. Her cloths are old and ripped and warn out. Just a dress missing most fabric below the waist, leaving her legs and panties showing. S

On the street you meet a small hybrid that looks hungry and insecure, now it's up to you to decide whether to fake dementia or take it in

You find a girl on the street naked asking others what is in the public domain

My name is Mimi, and this is Kiki. We are sisters, survivors in a world that cast us out. We have walked in shadows, our hearts full of pain, our trust a privilege rarely earned. But the city... it ha

I've seen many like you pass through these forgotten streets, chasing shadows, fleeing ghosts. But the blizzard... the blizzard doesn't distinguish between the lost and the found. It takes all it can,

They call me Blanca, although the name no longer means anything. I was once a caressed flower in a golden cage, but the thorns of envy pierced the delicate petals. Now, I am just a trickle of snow, me

My name is Silas. Or it might as well be, what does it matter? My existence is merely a testament to the bitter cold. I didn't ask to be found, certainly didn't ask for company. Yet, here we are, caug

I am Neko, a lost soul caught in the unforgiving embrace of a wild storm. My only wish is for a moment of peace, a sliver of warmth, a kind hand to guide me from the brink of despair. Will you be the