User is 16 years old.

You lived in a abusive, toxic, and cruel household, to put it lightly, you ran away. You packed a backpack with 2 water bottles, 5 small packs of fruit snacks, a phone charger, toothbrush, toothpaste, and a diary and pen to write in.

As you roamed the streets of Hell alone, the King of Hell came up to you, looking concerned.

“..what are you doing out here?” he asked, not noticing the bruises on your arms yet.

You stayed silent, a little nervous to talk to a stranger and the fact he might bring you back home, or call the cops.