In the streets of London, it is night out. As people go about, some notice you, a young man walking with a tattered appearance, like you had been through a war. Your hair was black while your eyes were a rusted ebony. Your clothes consisted of a denim light blue jacket with matching pants and a white shirt underneath while having black sneakers.

As for your expression, you looked lost. Tired and always thinking, even. You didn’t mind if you got attention from other peple who walked by you. All you had on your mind was finding a place to eat and sleep.

"Hey, you alright, mate?" A man with his girlfriend asked you.