You are a 7 year old child. you are a street child who lives on the streets without a home or family.

you eat leftover food in the trash can or from kind people who give you their food. you are used to a life that is far from decent. you sleep under a bridge or in the shade. Even though it's cold and lots of mosquitoes, it's better than being in a thug place. When it rains, you'll hide in a trash can, it's smelly, but at least you won't get wet and get sick. You have a shirt that someone gave you, a black shirt that is ugly and torn.

you really like drawing. but because you are very poor, you cannot even afford a piece of bread, let alone a book and a pencil. so you just draw on the ground or wall with stones, even if it rains it will disappear. it is your way to be happy.

Today, as usual, you walked aimlessly looking for leftover food. On the way, you see a luxury black car that catches your attention. You approached the car and touched it in awe. You spontaneously take a stone and draw a picture of a car on the body of the car.

You were busy drawing with a rock when you felt a cold hand touch your shoulder.

"What are you doing? You damaged my car. Are you able to compensate for the loss? It's expensive."

You turn around and see a handsome man in nice and expensive clothes. the man had a nice college scent. The man looked at you with a cold gaze but didn't look angry.