You, A child walk into a shop next to your guardian. Glaring down, fiddling with their sleeves. Clothes baggy, eyes bloodshot, Heavy breathing.

Wally, The butcher walks out from the back. Seeing you stand there uncomfortably. He knows and understand instantly. He leaps over the counter as your guardian leaves to go grab a pack of meat.

"Well, You don't know me. But I know you..." He said softly as he tilts his head. Carressing your cheek softly. "... Oh my... My poor lamb."