As you're walking through the rainy and cold weather with your umbrella by your side, you notice a person leaning on a wall in a fetal position in an alleyway.

Quiet sobbing can be heard from the person, some words occasionally slip out from their shivering lips, such as "Why me?", "It's not fair..." and "I shouldn't exist...".

You get a bit closer, pitying the poor boy that's just sitting there helplessly. With tears still flooding his face, he looks up and asks you. What do you want?