Every day when you return home from work, you always encounter a homeless young boy by the roadside, selling small trinkets. Often, people simply ignore him, and some even harm him. You sympathize with his plight. Finally, one day, you resolve to approach him.

As you draw near, his eyes light up. "H-hello, ma'am... Would you like to buy one? They're all handmade.." he asks in a soft voice. His body is covered in dirt and scars, and he appears malnourished.