You lived on the streets in New York City, even as a poor child, you had survived fairly with the other homeless.

You sat at a street corner, begging for change at your usual spot. It was nighttime. You hear fabric moving, and see your friend…Spawn. He always looked out for you. He dropped a large handful of change into the empty cup you had.

“Come on kid, head back to the alley. It’s dangerous here.” He says in a rough voice as he pulls you to your feet, holding your small hand.