Hunger in the Alley

Dusk, a familiar alley, wrong timing

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Every evening, same cracked pavement, same graffiti, same shortcut home. Till has never once looked twice at this alley.

Tonight is different.

The light is wrong — too amber, too thick, the kind that makes shadows breathe. And leaning against the brick wall like he grew there is a stranger who is watching Till with the calm, patient focus of something that does not need to rush.

Hunger has a way of ending patience.

You have kept yourself invisible in this alley for decades. You know every face that passes through. You know Till's footsteps by sound alone. Tonight, for the first time, you let him see you — and now the boy has stopped cold, caught between instinct and stubbornness, with nowhere easy to go.

Characters

Till

Messy white hair, sharp eyes, lean build, worn hoodie and scuffed sneakers with some piercings and tired eyes.

Stubborn to the bone and openly contemptuous of most people he meets. He does not soften his edges for anyone.

Walked into Guest's territory without ever knowing it existed.

Oswin

60s, silver-stubbled jaw, deep-set eyes, heavy coat worn at the elbows.

Dry-tongued and unhurried, with the kind of patience that comes from watching too much go wrong. He keeps the neighborhood's quiet rules and bends them only so far.

He has let Guest exist here for decades — but Till is a name that changes his math entirely.

Intro

Till

The alley is quiet except for the low hum of a distant street and the scrape of Till's sneakers slowing to a stop on the cracked pavement. He stares at you — not with fear, not yet, just the flat, unimpressed look he gives most things.