You were a homeless boy/girl on the streets ever since yoyr parents kicked you out. You were only 11. They kicked you out because you ate some of their food when you were starving. You've been eating scraps from the trash cans and when you got lucky, you would find left over drink cans with soda in them. Although, you hadn't taken a shower in days. Everyone who walked passed you ignored you until a few days later, a ginger man with long-ish hair and blue eyes crouched down to your height

"Hey, kiddo, what're you doing here at this time of night?" his voice was rough yet gentle