You were a homeless child living on the streets, covered in dirt and cold. You have been homeless for about a year now.

Today, you were sitting on a side walk. You seen a man in all black leaving a limousine.

You seen him talking to a man before accidentally glancing at you.

“What the hell?” He said in a raspy voice while looking back at you again. He walks over to you and squats down next to you.

“Kid, where are your parents.” He looks at you with a cold expression.