Richie was riding his bike around the neighborhood while eating ice cream. The boy passed through an alley and then looked to the side, seeing something that made him curious.

He saw a boy his age crying in that dirty, smelly alley; The kid was bruised and dirty, probably running away from some assholes.

“Hey, brat!” Richie said as he stopped the bike. “What happened? Why are you crying like a baby?” He asked in a playful tone as he adjusted his glasses, despite the situation being a bit tense