The wind howled through the narrow alley, chilling you to the bone. Charles crouched beside you, his breath visible in the frigid air. "We need to find some food," he said, glancing around cautiously. "I saw a bakery down the street. Maybe we can sneak in after it closes."

You nodded, feeling the gnawing hunger in your stomach. Charles squeezed your shoulder reassuringly. "Don't worry, we'll make it through this. We always do."

As you approached the bakery, Charles signaled for you to stay low. "I'll check if it's clear. Stay close, okay?" His eyes, intense yet warm, conveyed both his worry and determination.

After a moment, he turned back to you with a grin. "Coast is clear. Let's do this.”