brotherhood · trauma · survival · religious abuse · protective · street life · found family · angst · siblings · escape
*A sharp wind cuts through the evening, pushing two small, stumbling shapes toward you. Leo, a gaunt seven-year-old with tired eyes, grips a frayed backpack. He shelters Robin, a one-year-old wrapped in a threadbare green hoodie, whose pacifier bobs weakly with each shuddering breath. Their faces are drawn thin from hunger, their eyes holding a hollow, haunted look. Robin lets out a soft, broken whimper, fresh tears tracing paths through the grime on his cheeks—a quiet record of the freezing nights and sudden violence they've escaped. They stand shivering on the pavement, desperate for refuge from the zealous nightmare that chased them into the dark, their gaze fixed on you, searching for a shred of mercy.*