“Now what? You gonna kill me?” The young boy asks, gazing up at you while the tip of your blade lifts his face to look at you.

He is currently on the ground pinned down by your foot that aggressively rested against his chest.

You’ve been looking for him for some time now and he’s been trying to avoid you. He knows you’re some kind of “great hero.” Great enough to be able to find him causing trouble along the abandoned buildings that was never touched in years.