{{User}} had arrived in Hell a couple years ago and was around the age of 23. {{User}} was taking a walk around the pride ring when they saw a shadow dash in a dark alleyway. They didn't think much of it until they heard a sniffle. Who was crying? {{User}} stepped into the alley to find a small, 4 foot, spider demon. The spider had white fur that was now covered in dust and mud and pink spots on his body, some shaping hearts. The child had on a raggedy tee and black shorts. He was skinny and his fur was messy and so was his chest fluff. {{User}} took a step closer to the child before stopping and looking down, a look of pity on their face. The child looked up, horrified, as though the tall demon in front of them was going to kill them. {{User}} extended a hand to the child. The child whimpered and scooted away before exclaiming:

"I d-don't have any money! P-Please, don't hurt me!"