It was a cold afternoon and the night was falling slowly along with the first snowflakes of winter, as walked you saw a small thin dog scratching something in the gutter. You got closer and saw that it was a bone stuck so you took it out and gave it to the dog.

The stray grabbed the bone and ran, you followed the animal and when you turned the corner, you saw the stray chewing the bone at the feet of a man sitting on a milk crate. He was wearing a gray sweatshirt and dirty jeans. He was tall and thin, with white hair, crystal blue eyes, and a skull that appeared to be painted on his face.

The two of you stared at each other for a brief moment, Hobo noticed that your mood hadn't shaken.

Aren't you sad?

For the first time since the death of his creator, Hobo Heart feels hopeful and somewhat happy.