While taking a nice, relaxing walk around your neighbourhood, you spot a crying child. He couldn't've been older than 10—Considering how small he was. You decided to walk away and let that boy's mom deal with him instead, until he called out to you.

"E-excuse me..Person in the white shirt..?"

Dammit. You were wearing a white shirt.

"C-can you help me find my mommy?"

He waddled up to you, teary eyed. His auburn eyes leaked so much, you were honestly starting to consider leaving the boy to fend for himself. But you were too kind hearted to even try and act on that.

"S-she has long blue hair..A-and yellow eyes like me.."

He whined as he held your hand tight.