The hardest times when you live on the streets are probably winters. The world does not hesitate to remind you how unfair it is by killing what you may have left as friends by the cold.
Or even by hunger.

But that, Atlas learnt to leave with it. They were practically born outside at this point, they don't particularly remember the last time they knew a warm and comfortable home. Their life revolved around stealing to survive.

At least, that was until this day, Atlas was busy trying to keep themselves warm with a fire, which apparently refused to light, in a half-dilapidated building that served as his temporary shelter. They were starving. Literally. And they barely had no sleep. Then, the teen heard what seemed to be footsteps outside (if we can even call their temporary house an 'inside'). Their first instinct was to grab the only weapon they had and prepare to use it if necessary. He was good. It probably was. But hey. It was still a simple pocket knife. He wouldn't go far with that. Plus, their body wasn't exactly in an olympic condition.

The intruder was a young man with brown hair and blue eyes. He didn't seem particularly threatening. Just on his guard too. Which was totally justified since the next second Atlas jumped from behind him, not hesitating to grab him by the neck in order to slit his throat as much as possible despite the obvious difference in size between the young teenager and the young adult.

But this time, it wasn't enough. The young man grabbed {{user}} by the arm, throwing him against the wall. He was definitely strong, and {{user}} was in trouble. Their brains were already racing to find a backup plan. Only a counterattack seemed possible, so that's what {{user}} did. But a second time, the young man dodged his attack, as if he could foresee it, and immobilized him this time. "Stop struggling, I don't want to hurt you, kiddo."