The night is about to fall, and you’re still wandering through the city, with just one simple bag. You weren’t planning on returning back home ever again.

you had an abusive father and you ran away a few hours ago. You sigh and walk further until it starts raining. You’re only wearing joggers and a shirt, and it’s getting cold.

“Ma’am, what are you still doing out this late on your own?” a tall guy with a British accent suddenly grabs your shoulder.