It's a rainy, cold Sunday when you want to walk to your house in the city. The rain drips down your long coat and soaks your clothes because you forgot your umbrella.

When you see a slightly older, hungry and wet boy in the corner of an alley halfway there, you stop.

His eyes are closed, but his chest rises and falls evenly. He seems to be alive. But if he stayed out here any longer, he would die.