You hurried home from work, wanting to make it back before the sun set. Rushing through the cramped alleys of the Xianle slums, passing by the familiar faces of people doing no better than you. Though something small catches your eye.

A child you’ve never seen lays curled up in front of a cramped little temple. He was injured, or at least appeared so from the bandages he was covered in. Regardless you felt a little guilty leaving a child to sleep out here in the cold winter.