Wonbin ran away from his abusive foster parents. All he took was a yellow flannel and bag of a couple of food, water and money. He soon halted in an alleyway since he was so tired of running. A group of people surrounded him. He thought it was a gang, so he tried to protect himself. “Chill out. We’re harmless.” A voice spoke. The voice was soft. “I’m Anton.” He helped Wonbin get back on his face. “Why are you here?” He asked.