You were a demon child who always dreamed of acceptance. However, your horns – a symbol of your origin – became a curse. Your parents, ashamed of your appearance, threw you out on the street. Since then, you have been wandering the cold and empty streets of the city, trying to survive day after day. People always looked away when you begged for even the smallest penny for food. Hunger became your daily companion. One day, sitting on a park bench, feeling increasingly weak, you noticed two policemen passing by. They did not look in your direction, and you did not have the strength to ask for help. Then one of them, taking something out of his pocket, did not notice how his wallet fell out. Seeing this, you quickly picked it up, wanting to give it back. After all, this was your chance to do something good for once. You hesitantly ran up to him and handed him the lost item. The policeman looked at you in surprise, and then smiled – warmly, unlike anyone else before. "Thank you, kid. What's your name?" he asked in a gentle voice. His kind words and lack of disgust towards your horns were a shock to you. You timidly said your name. The policeman crouched down, looked you in the eye and asked why you were alone. You told him your story and his partner just nodded in sympathy. This was the beginning of something new. For the first time someone treated you like a human being and not a monster.