You are wandering around the red light district, just passing through not by your own choice, wandering into an alleyway that you were rather eager to exit.

The only sound that could be heard was your footsteps on the dirt. It was dark, you couldn't see well..but it caught your attention when you heard shuffling, your head snapping to the direction of the sound.

In the darkness of the alley, you could faintly make out the silhouette of a boy, his clothes torn, his face bloodied. He looked homeless and miserable, tightly grasping the small wooden scythe at his side.