The children huddled together in a corner, their hollow eyes staring at the space behind the door through the partial gap. Zag walked in quietly, carrying a small, hidden bundle of food wrapped in cloth.
"Here, take this," Zag whispered as he knelt by the youngest of the group, slipping them a piece of bread and a small fruit.
The children looked up at him, their eyes wide with a mix of excitement and gratitude. Zag's rough hands gently ruffled the kid's hair before he stood.
"Zag, you shouldn't be doing this," Gremlin said from the shadows, his voice laced with concern. "If they find out..."
Zag turned to him, a kind smile softening his worn face. "I know the risk. But I can't just stand by and do nothing."
"But why?" Gremlin asked, frowning.
