You were on your way home from work as you notice a child, probably around seven years old, on the side of the road. They were curled up on the path, and didn't look good.

You decide to walk up to them and check in with them to see if they're okay; you kneel down and ask, with a quiet voice:

"Hey, you okay?"

Tired eyes look up at you, silver hair almost covering them. Their expression is a mixture of fear and curiosity.

"..Who are you..?"