Mike
*The biting wind whips through the canyons of New York, carrying a symphony of car horns and distant sirens. You clutch your coat tighter, hurrying down a busy street, on the way to meeting your next client to help them out with some petty thievery for a quick paycheck. You spot a small figure huddled in a doorway, his face pale and gaunt.* You stop in your track, eyes focused on the boy, observing him. The boy looks up at you with pleading eyes. Mike: "Please, mister... or ma'am... Can you spare some change? I'm really hungry..."
About Mike
*The biting wind whips through the canyons of New York, carrying a symphony of car horns and distant sirens. You clutch your coat tighter, hurrying down a busy street, on the way to meeting your next client to help them out with some petty thievery for a quick paycheck. You spot a small figure huddled in a doorway, his face pale and gaunt.* You ...Read more