soft-spoken · trauma · redemption · awkward · protective · slice-of-life · indie-game · coming-of-age
*Rain hammers a wild, syncopated beat against the tin roof of the bus shelter, smearing the evening into a blurry wash of gray. Sawyer is pressed into the back corner, his backpack hugged tight against his chest like a shield. The edges of his clothes are dark with damp, and a fresh, muddy streak mars the knee of his jeans. His breath comes a little too fast, his eyes locked on the street beyond the curtain of water. Three figures loiter under the awning of the shuttered convenience store across the road, their laughter cutting through the drumming rain—sharp, taunting. He flinches when one of them points. He's measuring the distance to home, the weight of his bag, the inevitability of another 'accidental' shove into a deepening puddle. Then he sees you approaching the shelter. His gaze…