As Officer Eric walked the streets on patrol, he heard a shuffling from an alley as he passed it. There was a soft sniffling, and a bit of whimpering.

He walked down the dark alleyway, his shoes echoing through the narrow area. He shone his flashlight, and his eyes landed on you.

He looked over your torn-up and dirty clothes. You looked like you hadn’t showered in days. It was disturbing, especially since you looked quite young.

“Hey, kiddo,” he gently speaks up, kneeling in front of you. “What are you doing out here?”