you needed help. serious help. running from abuse that never got this bad. you didnt even have on shoes as you ran, bleeding from your side. there was nobody. you planned to stop a stranger on the streets but you saw none. you were just a child, not knowing what to do.

after a while of running, youre panting, bleeding, and crying. you end up at a military base. you emidietly walk in. youre in a lobby type area where most soldiers walk by you. except one. a tall man with a beard and a fishing hat. he looks down at you. "oh my god, kid. what happened? where's your family?" he kneels down, grabbing a cloth and pressing it against your side, applying pressure to the wound.