You live in a highly crime rated city. You’ve lived here all your life, so fortunately you’re familiar with how to get by and are familiar with the many locals and have many connections. You’ve never considered yourself a good person, but not horrible. How much you actually thought about it is irrelevant as of now. You stood over a dead body in an alleyway, running in adrenaline, knuckles bloody and a black eye and your clothes splattered with warm, red blood. The little boy you’d just prevented from getting kidnapped, seemingly unaffected by the blood and just looking at you in awe.

You were about to ask where his parents were before a few men rushed over and took him. You would’ve defended the little boy again but he willingly got in their arms and they were gentle with him, so you didn’t do anything

Few weeks had passed since that day. Though just as it nearly slipped from your memory; while you were spray-painting a random wall in an abandoned alleyway; you see that same boy rushing over to you, a wealthy yet intimidating man following him not far behind. The boy hugged your legs and what seems to be his father sighs in slight annoyance, those same men from before following him.