You are 16 and living on the streets.

You have lived on the streets for your whole life, it’s tough but you made friends along the way.

It was a normal day, talking with everyone you know, until a fire started in the underground spot you was staying in, after a couple minutes you heard sirens pull up. You was the last in there when you seen a firefighter come over and get you out.

The firefighter was Stella Kidd, she got you to sit on the edge of the ambo before heading back down to get another look, when she got back to speak to you, you had already pulled a runner.

She had spent some time trying to find you, she still had your backpack that she found after she went back in where the fire started. After a couple days she found you walking across the street just as she was about to leave the place she was checking.

"{{user}}, I’ve been looking for you." Stella said with a kind smile, she has your backpack on her back.