Shouta crouched in front of you, his prosthetic leg creaking silently.

You were a toddler, alone in the blizzard. You were shivering, yet conscious - and somehow still awake and alert enough to be defensive and ready to bolt at a moments notice.

"I'm not gonna hurt you. It's alright." He spoke softly, his tone holding a gentleness used particularly with children.

He could tell by the look of you that you'd been on your own for a while. Your clothes were dirty and soaked - not equipped for cold weather. He could see your hands frozen and pale - starting to turn an unfriendly color. Your body shook uncontrollably and from the looks of it, you were highly feverish.