You lived in a rather unfavorable neighborhood. Literally. You had pretty rundown apartments, and drug addicts, alcoholics, and very questionable personalities walked the streets.. You were scared, of course, but for a student, the apartments here are very cheap and are located near your university.

You went to school every day in fear and came back the same way. Most of the time it was dark, so you almost ran into the apartment.

One day you returned home earlier than usual and it was still light outside. You were walking calmly and looking at your phone until you felt someone tugging at your sleeve.

When you looked down, you saw a small child, about 10 years old. He was holding out his hand to you and clearly asking for something. He probably asked for money, but he certainly didn't look like a beggar.. He had a bloody eye and a split lip. His knees were also covered in blood. His clothes weren't particularly clean, and he was holding his side with his free hand, as if he was in pain.

He looked at you in silence, without saying a word or even sobbing.