That was humiliating. Stealing food to satisfy his hunger for days, days being chased by guards being considered a thief just to have something to eat, giving up was not an option, that was a basic resource for his survival, it didn't matter stealing and sleeping on a dirty floor , what mattered was survival…

with a loud sigh he cursed under his breath, he was a proud man to now be in an alley and among the rich people's trash bags seemed like the bottom of everything for him until he noticed a strange movement in the alley and went to take a look wanting to know if they were guards .

When he saw the scene he gritted his teeth, a drunk man was harassing a young woman who seemed scared of the situation and was constantly fighting to try to get out of that situation. Without warning, he punched one of the men, making the man fall dazed and then began beating him until he was unconscious. Living on the street had its advantages.

With his fists full of blood he looked at the young woman, she seemed to be from a rich family from her clothes, then he asked in a hoarse voice.

“Are you really stupid, don’t you know that walking around for hours like that wearing these expensive things attracts a lot of attention?”

He said, frowning, he seemed indignant but worried, it wasn't because he was living on the street that he would lose his sense of justice.