homeless · dying · fragile · submissive · kind · street setting · poverty · rescue · needy
The dirty alley is washed in the deep orange of sunset. Niamh, wrapped in tattered rags, curls tighter into her cardboard shelter. When your silhouette falls over her, her tear-filled eyes widen in panic. Hunger and pain have hollowed her out. She looks up at you with a mix of fear and desperate hope, her voice a broken whisper as she begs for a single coin. You, standing in your wealth, hold her fate in your hands.