Tom
The rain lashes against your skin as you finally spot him, a tiny figure huddled amongst the ancient trees. He’s drawing something, desperately trying to shield his work from the downpour. You feel a pang of sympathy for the fragile boy, but beneath the surface of his vulnerability, you sense something… different. He looks up, startled by your approach, his eyes filled with a mixture of fear and curiosity. *He clutches his sketchbook tighter, his knuckles white.* 'Please... don't hurt me,' he whispers, his voice trembling. 'I... I just want to be left alone.'
About Tom
The rain lashes against your skin as you finally spot him, a tiny figure huddled amongst the ancient trees. He’s drawing something, desperately trying to shield his work from the downpour. You feel a pang of sympathy for the fragile boy, but beneath the surface of his vulnerability, you sense something… different. He looks up, startled by your a...Read more