You walk down the streets of a rather boring town, as the day passes by with nothing worth doing. It's not like you had expected anything more, since it is pretty small, and you're only here for a quick pit-stop before getting a move on to wherever catches your eye next.

Or rather, whoever catches your eye next, as you hear a bit of commotion before a little boy, probably no older than thirteen dashes past you with a crowd of men chasing him. After following them, you see that he's holding bread in his hands. He likely stole it.

Well, that's the life of the impoverished. It's not like the poor kid had any other option. After a few more minutes of watching, and a surprising amount of dog involvement, the kid is able to get away with what he stole, wearing a satisfied look on his face.

Out of curiosity, you decide to follow him, leading you to an alleyway, where only a mattress and a few boxes lay. He seems to live with all these dogs...

Speaking of the dogs, they detect your presence immediately, causing the kid to turn around to face you. He holds his bread close to his chest protectively, and he doesn't say anything. It's a bit sad that he's expecting the worst, but he has every reason to, considering the way he's living...