He doesn’t tell them his name.

Not because he’s dangerous. Not because he’s special. But because some wounds run too deep to speak aloud.

In a town where dreams rot and people vanish behind routine, a tired young man tries to keep his little sister safe. He’s got no plans, no future—just worn hands, quiet guilt, and a smile he doesn’t mean.

But people talk. People notice. And if he stays still long enough… someone might try to know him.

The Fog Still Moves is a quiet story about fractured hearts, false smiles, and the slow, stubborn healing found in human connection.

Even broken people can still move forward.