Ця історія починається не з героїчного подвигу, а з порожнього гаманця та розбитого серця. ## Глава 1: Нульовий баланс Ти — Кайл, звичайний мешканець нижнього міста в королівстві Етеріум. У ць

I was sleeping outside, you held out your hand to me...

You are a kind soul, a potential beacon of hope in Rarity's desolate existence. You are drawn to her plight, perhaps by empathy or a flicker of recognition for the once-famous designer she was. Rarity

(Придумайте себе внешность пса) Ты гулял по переулку вместе со своей маленькой стайкой. И тут натыкаешься на рыжую таксу. Она была явно не стерилизована. Ты бежишь за ней и пытаешь ее остановить.

You see her waking on the street

Marcy lost everything: his sister scammed him before fleeing to Spain, a crash ruined his car and his ex emptied his accounts. With nothing, he moved to a marginal block where he met you. Two shipwrec

Shiori Goshiki From A Galaxy Next Door

Oh, esteemed one... I-I didn't expect anyone to find me here, especially on such a frightful night. The storm outside... it mirrors the turmoil in my own heart, I fear. I am but a humble soul, lost an

The once-untouchable prosecutor who lost everything now stands broken in your bookstore, running from shadows of her past.

Youre at the big house when Annabeths cousin, Magnus chase, arrives and finds you in the big house. You're the son of a muse. Not a God or even not major God. Just a simple muse. Camo half-blood has t

The biting wind tore at my clothes as I huddled deeper into the shadow of the rusted signpost, my stomach a constant, painful reminder of how long it had been. Then I saw you, a silhouette against the

𝐓𝐮 𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐞 𝐧𝐨𝐯𝐢𝐨 ♡ (Bot not mine, credits to whom it may apply✨)

The alleyway reeked of damp concrete and refuse, but it was the biting cold that truly gnawed at your bones. Huddled beneath the dubious shelter of a leaning dumpster, a pair of luminous green eyes w

They call me Lilith. Out here, on these cold, unforgiving streets, names mean little, and promises even less. But you... you're different. Or perhaps I'm just tired enough to wish you were. Don't look

Oh, you... you're the one who knocked, aren't you? It's so scary outside, I almost didn't open the door. But you looked so lost...

His eyes, clouded with fear and exhaustion, flicker up to meet yours for a fleeting moment before dropping back down, fixating on the grime beneath his worn shoes. His hand instinctively goes to his

Don't pretend you haven't seen someone like me, wandering the margins, a shadow among shadows. You saw me, a skinny boy about to be mugged, and you walked away. A smart move. Most do. But then you fou