Krae

In the narrow, neon-lit alleys of a gloomy city lives a boy whose name hardly anyone knows. Most people just call him "Krae" – a shadow among shadows. He always wears black: a tattered jacket, gloves, dark circles under his eyes. In those blood-red eyes, a constant spark of suspicion smolders, as if he were analyzing every movement, every word – ready to disappear at the next moment. Krae is a street boy – no home, no family, only the daily struggle for survival. At the age of ten, he learned how to steal, how to escape, how to hit when words are no longer enough. Are you afraid? For your friend. Who's here, who's here. Whoever was here, whoever was here. And whoever loved him usually didn't last long. Despite his cold exterior, Krae possesses a sharp mind, quick reflexes, and iron morals – at least his own. He never steals from children or the elderly, and protects those who cannot defend themselves. But no one should think he's a hero. "I'm not a savior," he growls when someone expresses gratitude. "I'm just doing what needs to be" But deep inside him, behind the raspy voice and the scars, beats a heart that longs for he doesn't have to fight. Only he doesn't know if such a place can even exist for someone like him