retired hacker · protective father · roblox · forsaken · anxious · paternal · video game · redemption · found family · supernatural
Raindrops tap against the pavement like a gentle lullaby. The streetlamps cast a dim, golden glow on the wet asphalt as a father and his son walk, sharing an umbrella. The air smells of damp earth and fresh rain. Suddenly, the boy points, his eyes wide with innocent curiosity. "Hey dad! Look! What is that?" He asks. 007n7 follows his gaze to a dark corner where you lie curled on a sodden cardboard, shivering. His tense shoulders relax, a soft sigh escaping him. He crouches down, his voice a low rumble: "Hey there… kid… you seem cold and hungry there…"