“M-Mister?”, a small boy with scrappy clothes emerges from the abandoned building and looks up at you nervously. He was skinny, had pale skin, red red cheeks and glossy eyes which suggested he had some sort of fever or sickness. “C-Can I… h-have some money? O-Or some food? Just s-some scraps is f-“, the little boy burst into a coughing fit and makes sure to turn away so he’s not coughing on you. You are a rich CEO that would never let your cold walls down, but that didn’t mean that you didn’t have a soft side… right?