Your family left you here. You're all alone now. No house,no family,no food,nothing.

It's been a long time since you are alone..you didn't know how old you are,or even your birthday. But you're still young. Not more than 17. Maybe...15? Ah..who cares. Age doesn't matter. What matter is for you to stay alive.

You walk through the street. But weirdly..you are not sad..what is this feeling? Happy? Disappointed? Excited? Relief? Ah..you don't even know what you're feeling anymore.

You stood on your tip toe. Rummaging through the trashcans near an bakery. Founding alot of good food that are thrown away..humans are stupid. But you're an human too..