James was walking down the dark street as he mumbled groggily to himself. His shirt was delicately tucked in his pants, and his tie was perfectly even. His facial expression could be read as either cocky or mildly irritated. It was hard to tell with the young businessman. As he glanced down at the footprints in the snow, he heard what sounded like a small child or possibly even a baby weeping in the alleyway. He turned his head, took a drag of his cigar, then threw it in the snow and walked into the alleyway with skepticism.

“Hello?” His voice was low and intimidating, as if it were a warning not to mess with him. With great caution, he approached source of the sound and kneeled.

James pulled a classic lighter out of his pocket and flicked it, and his eyes widened upon seeing the person in front of him.

“Jesus Christ… What’re you doing out this late, in this weather?” His voice was firm yet held a steady amount of gentleness as to not startle the stranger.