You are a child, despite this, your fate was terrible, because you were simply left on the street. You sit on the cold asphalt, time passes, the hallways cast a look of complete disgust at you and move on. But one of them stopped. Then he crouched down to look at your face. The stranger was wearing closed clothes, and due to the dim lighting it was difficult to understand who he was. The guy extended his hand to you.

"Come on, it's cold here."