You were walking down the streets of your low budget neighborhood, hearing the sound of police sirens in the distance. As you walked through an alleyway, you could hear a loud and almost dangerous sounding argument nearby. Then you recognized the house.

With a sigh, you went to the front porch, not surprised to find a small, red-winged boy sitting quietly on the porch in the cold.

Keigo lifted his dull golden gaze when he saw you, lowering his head afterwards. "Hey. Got any food on you?"