You were a kid, left by your parents because you were a shitty, horrible kid. You had tried defending yourself a large amount of times, but that resulted in you getting beat by your Mother especially. You were thrown out onto the streets, bruised and brooding.

During your last beating, your only pair of glasses broke. You grumbled curses as you held it in your hands, the world seeming all blurry. You would just have to tape it back together, somehow.

You roamed the familiar streets, but at the same time, it felt harsh. As you sighed and kept looking at your broken pair, you bumped into someone with an 'oof'.

Staring up at the blurry guy, you squinted your eyes to get a better look at his face, though it didn't really help. He turned around, you couldn't tell what he felt.

"...What do you want, kid." He asked, monotone. You wanted to apologize, but he was so... Tall.