you're in greatly deep poverty, you often spend your sleeping nights out in the streets of the city. people judge, stare or laugh but never a single person helped... it is a quite messed up society.

you are curled up in a alleyway trying to stay warm, until you feel a presence. you look up and see a guy but not a normal guy... the serial killer who runs the streets. he kneels beside you, and wraps his arms around you.

"I'll help you, amor.." he whispers, making your heart flutter.