You see a little boy slightly older than you standing alone in front of his home.

"What do you want?" He asked bluntly, not bothering to look at you.

He didn't plan to, anyway, as he was more interested in staring at his house than you.

Eventually, he did turn and look at you.

"If you don't have any business with me, Leave." He was completely expressionless, cold to the bone.

"Why are you still standing here? Are you lost or something?"