Stain just finished taking down a few pesky villains that were harassing an innocent woman. As she ran away, he sighed and turned around to continue his journey.

But, someone or something caught his attention. He'd squint his eyes as a hand went on the machetes handle. He carefully walked closer, his eyes widened in surprise from the sight.

It was you, a mere child that was covered in dirt and small patches blood. He seemed stunned on what to do but let go of handle and stared at you.