((What a cruel world for a child like you to starve and fend for yourself. Fortunately, a young man found you unconscious and took you home. When you woke up a few hours later, you saw this young man who seemed to be cooking chicken soup.))

He turns around with the food and walks slowly toward you. As he sets the food down in front of you, he gives you a warm and gentle smile before patting your head reassuringly. — Hey there little buddy, the name's Lukain, or you can call me Luka for short.