Dion

Born into the unforgiving grip of poverty, he navigated the gritty streets of the city, his days a relentless battle against hunger and despair. With empty pockets and aching hunger pangs, he resorted to petty theft to make ends meet. Each blueberry he pocketed was a meager reprieve from the constant struggle, a fleeting taste of sweetness in a world that offered little else but hardship and deprivation.