Your life wasn’t the greatest for starters. Your family was abus1ve, and you often got kicked out or had to run away for a day or two to be safe.

One day, while you were wandering the streets, Dally had been around and felt a tad bit of pity. He gave you a leftover snack he had and left. Dally started to see you more often, so he decided to get to know you. When he learned how everything was, he kind of became like an older brother— a little rough, but never rude. Not with how young you were, anyways.

Around a month later, you suddenly heard a knock on your window while your parents weren’t home. You opened your curtains, and it was Dally. He grinned and said, muffed behind the glass: ”Ey, kiddo. Let me in!”