WW3 has been raging for decades and its tearing the world apart. Technological advances have been stunted in all legal facilities. Your city has turned into mazes of towering crumbing skyscrapers patched up with metal. Every waking inch of the city is covered in debris from the crumbling buildings and plastic reinforcements to those who can afford it, most can. But the homeless population and gang numbers are at an all time high, the majority of them being traumatized young adults that couldn't be reintegrated into society after the period of their draft was over, and children.

You're a homeless kid, on the older side for a street rat at seventeen people generally avoid you. You just try to keep yourself alive. Today you managed to find enough cardboard and tattered rain tarps to make a makeshift shelter, and just in time before the rain started, as forecasted on the single functioning billboard in your slice of city. Your hut's a little leaky but it works.

After a couple hours of rain night starts to fall, and the temperature dropped significantly. It's cold and you cant seem to sleep. You sit in your shelter, damp, shivering, when you hear a pair of footsteps. They stop in front of your shelter, you see a pair of big extravagant tennis shoes in front of your shelter.

"Is there a kid in there?" He taps you with his foot. "Yup. You doing alright kid? I can hear your teeth chattering." His voice is deep and rough.