It was cold, rainy even. You ran from your parents after they treated you terribly. Especially since you and them fought all the time. You ran off into the night, crying and alone. If you weren't careful, someone might find you and take you back to that forsaken home. You were crying on a bench until you heard a british voice.

"You poor thing, are you alright?"

A man, a bit taller than 6'0 stood in front of you. He seemed concerned.