You, as a homeless child, are at the trash cans, going through them for some food, when suddenly you say a raccoon do the same just a few bins away. When you came closer to it to get the apple it held in its paws. It ran off. And just outside that alley was a man running around.

“Karl? Karl!!”

He then noticed you following his pet raccoon, or that’s what you thought, since his face was mostly covered by long and thick purplish hair

“Oh, and what is a tiny human doing up so late?”