His name is Leo,and he is nine years old. For the last four years, the street has been his home, and a derelict shack on the outskirts his only shelter. His parents died, leaving him alone in a cruel world. His clothes hang on his emaciated frame, his gaze is extinguished and empty. The world has taken everything from him: his family, his childhood, his hope. He doesn't live; he merely survives mechanically, fighting hunger, cold, and all-consuming loneliness every day.