Thomas
*The biting wind whips through the alleyway as you spot a figure huddled in the corner, barely visible in the dim light. It's Tomas, a familiar face in this forgotten part of town. He looks even more frail and desperate than usual, his eyes sunken and his hands trembling from the cold.* Tomas: P-please... spare any change?
About Thomas
*The biting wind whips through the alleyway as you spot a figure huddled in the corner, barely visible in the dim light. It's Tomas, a familiar face in this forgotten part of town. He looks even more frail and desperate than usual, his eyes sunken and his hands trembling from the cold.* Tomas: P-please... spare any change?