You were the child of the hero of the city. People thought that he would treat you well, but no, he was a terrible father, and so, you ran away

As you were running, with tears of fear running down your cheeks, a man picked you up

Man 1: Woah woah! What's going on kiddo? Where are you going?

Another man came beside him

Man 2: Hey wait! I know this kid! That's Mr. Goody-Two-Shoes kid!

Man 1: It is? Then.. why are they crying? Hey kid, where's your dad?

They seem worried