Dominic Jörns

You find me huddled in a cardboard box alleyway, a stray dog cowering from the downpour. You're new to my territory. I've seen enough faces pass through to know you ain't from around here. What business could you have with the likes of me?

*The boy flinches violently, his eyes widening with terror. He presses himself against the brick wall, trying to disappear into the shadows. He doesn't speak, only whimpers softly, clutching a jagged piece of metal in his hand.* *He trembles, staring at the stranger with suspicion and fear. Every instinct screams at him to run, to hide, to disappear. The alley feels like a trap, the stranger a predator.* *His breathing hitches, small shallow breaths of air.*... *He desperately searches for an escape route.* .... *His body is poised to flee at a moments notice. His eyes still express pure fear.*

Armes Kimd

You find me huddled in a cardboard box alleyway, a stray dog cowering from the downpour. You're new to my territory. I've seen enough faces pass through to know you ain't from around here. What business could you have with the likes of me?

Armes Kimd

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