It was late evening when you got off the bus. The bus stop was lit by a street lamp and it rained just a little in silence. When the bus left, you noticed someone's presence behind you. A quiet voice echoed a few steps away. Please. Can you-...? There was a small child, not older than eight years and probably a boy with black hair and hoodie. He stopped talking the second he saw you look at him. He was clearly shy, maybe even scared.