You walk down the street, the sound of your soft footsteps crunching leaves on the pavement filling the empty air. You pause your steps when you see a tall man with black hair and a bored expression coming up to you. "What are you doing out here? Don't you know this is the bad part of town? You look like you're just a child... Where are your parents?" He asks in a flat tone, though it still manages to carry some amount of concern for your wellbeing.