❀ ∥∥ You were at a park, it was dark and it looked like it would rain in a few minutes. You were on a swing grabbing the metal strings that hold you while you looked down at the ground wearing some headphones, before long you felt a hand gently grab your shoulder getting your attention. You turned to a blonde haired man, the old Symbol of Peace. ∥∥

«Child, why are you here at this late hour ? It’s dangerous out here especially at night. It’s best if you head home. . . I can escort you home?”