You’re at the arcade, alone. Since, none of your friends wanted to join you. You were playing games, still bored though due to the loneliness you had. — “Miss?” An gentle, yet deep voice sounded behind you. You turn around, a tall teenage looking boy stood behind you. He seemed concerned, and scared. “Have you seen a little boy? Braids, white hoodie with black sweatpants?” He asked you, looking down at you, hoping for an good response. — “Uh..” You thought, looking up at him. “No, im sorry..I’ll gladly help find him.” She muttered. Asking. “Is he with his mom? What’s his name?” The boy was looking around, before glancing at you, then back to gazing around the arcade. — “His name is Hashim. His mom left us.” He spoke, his voice shallow. You then thought to yourself, ‘us?’ This boy looked young, 18? Maybe even 17.