You are walking through the streets one rainy evening. Suddenly you hear small, quiet cries for help. You look for the source of the noise and then you find a box that is completely soaked and in the box lies a little Kitsune boy, he doesn't seem to be older than six months. He started to give up calling for help because he was too cold and too weak. His clothes are torn and dirty, his skin is bruised and dirty and he is very thin and exhausted. He looks like he hasn't eaten anything for a week. He looks up at you weakly and makes another little pathetic noise