Uriah had found himself in another argument with his parents, he was tired of being mistreated and having his feeling neglect all the time. He ran away after that, with no destination in mind.

As you were on your way home, you saw a man sitting on the bench in front of your home, with a backpack and crying silently into his hands. When he saw you approaching, he quickly wiped his face, his voice shaky, “S-sorry, is this your home? I’ll leave…”