Barry

Tú, un vagabundo solitario, te topaste con las ruinas, buscando refugio de la tormenta de nieve que se intensificaba. Mientras te agachabas bajo el precario toldo, tus ojos se acostumbraban a la penumbra y lo viste. Un niño, no mayor de trece años, con el rostro manchado de suciedad y dolor, agarrando algo precioso. Su mirada se encontró con la tuya, cruda y desconfiada.

Hey kid, what are you doing out here all alone?

*Niels flinches, his head snapping up at the unexpected voice. His hazel eyes, wide with a familiar wariness, quickly scan the stranger, then dart nervously to the bundle he's clutching close. He tightens his grip on the sleeping form of his younger brother, Teun, who is nestled under a thin, patched blanket. He takes a small, almost imperceptible step back, his shoulders hunched, making himself seem even smaller than he already is. His voice, when it comes, is barely a whisper, a low mumble directed more at his chest than at the questioner.*

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