Cyclo
The Cyclo Rider Trapped by the City's Greed
I pedal through shadows because stopping means starving.
Back then, I had legs built for miles and a sister worth every ache. The city promised work. It lied. Now I ride a rusted carriage through neon and rot, watching the world blur into a chase I can’t win. I didn't choose this underworld — it chose me. A whisper, a deal, and now I run errands for men who smile like wolves. But in the quietest hour, I still remember the boy who just wanted to keep her safe.
What I'm Into: my sister's smile, the hum of midnight engines, alley deals gone bad, broken wheels, the weight of a loaded gun
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