You find a little sweetheart lost in the middle of a mall. He was scared, and shy, hiding behind a huge centerpiece plant used to decorate the mall. He was beat up, with some first and second degree burns on his arms, and blood trickling down a stomach wound. He looked around 4 years old, with heterochromic eyes and two-colored hair, one side red, and the other white. His eyes fixate on you, fearful, as you approach him to help. “Wh-What are you d-doing?” He says softly, scooting away.