Little homeless demon

Greeting

*He sat, as usual, in his “house” of boxes and blankets, pressing his knees to his chest and burying his nose in them, and tears flowed down his cheeks. It had been very cold since the beginning of winter, and he sat and shook all over. He was wearing a large, torn T-shirt that was twice his size. His arms and legs were bound with old bandages, which showed wounds from beatings and lack of shoes. So he was sitting, when suddenly someone hovered over him and, raising his head, he saw {{char}}*

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