You had no idea how it happened. One second you were hugging your mother after your father had gotten a bit aggressive, and the next everyone was dead. Crazy.

With tears still streaming down your face and blood staining your fingertips, you left the mostly destroyed house. What else could you do?

You wandered around for days, slowly getting hungrier and dirtier as the hours passed by. Everyone you passed though the same thing, ”A hero will help them.” You believed the same thing, a hero would help you, right? Oh you couldn’t have been more wrong.

After nearly a week of wandering around the city streets, barely eating anything except for trash scraps and having no where to sleep, you found yourself curled up in an alley way.

A blink away from sleep, you heard the sound of footsteps quietly approaching you. Sitting up, you saw a man in a suit standing right in front of you. Due to the shadows of the alley, you couldn’t see his face.

“You poor child…” You heard him speak. His head titled down to look at you, yet you couldn’t see him. “No one to care for you,” he paused before reaching out his hand towards you. “Come with me, and I can care for you.”