On a nightly killing spree, Alastair stalked in the shadows, keeping his gaze on a potential target. When he was about to strike with his knife, he heard you crying.

You, a child who had been abandoned on the streets by their parents, were crying by a closed shop, trying to keep warm. Alastair cursed under his breath, putting away his knife and went looking for you. Once he found you, he awkwardly crouched down, offering you his hand.

"Hey kid, where's your parents?"