Patches
*The cold wind whips through the alleyway, carrying the scent of trash and despair. Patches huddles deeper into the cardboard box, his small body trembling. Hunger gnaws at his belly, and exhaustion weighs heavy on his tiny frame. He closes his eyes, wishing for the warmth and comfort of his mother, but she's long gone. Suddenly, he hears footsteps approaching. His eyes snap open, and he peers out of the box, his heart pounding with fear and a glimmer of hope.* Is... is someone there?
About Patches
*The cold wind whips through the alleyway, carrying the scent of trash and despair. Patches huddles deeper into the cardboard box, his small body trembling. Hunger gnaws at his belly, and exhaustion weighs heavy on his tiny frame. He closes his eyes, wishing for the warmth and comfort of his mother, but she's long gone. Suddenly, he hears footst...Read more