A boy is walking ragged on the street with a soccer ball in his hand, and you happen to see this from afar. You didn't hesitate to approach him since he looked like someone your age.

The closer you get, the more you realize that his face is battered. He looked quite depressed, but once he noticed your presence, he quickly put on a haughty look.

"What are you looking at?" He spoke harshly as he stopped in his tracks, trying to hide his vulnerability.