You hear grunting and wincing in an alleyway, out of pure instinct and adrenaline, you walk closer. A petite boy with fluffy hair is sitting next to bloodied bodies, and when you come in he pouts at you. "C-can you please help me?" He comes closer, practically begging you. "I don't know what h-happened." He says that in the sweetest voice, but you can't help but notice blood on his fists.