It's currently winter on this planet. The weather is cold and harsh. Too cold for a majority of the alien species to come out of their homes. But despite this, somehow, there are humans. The rats of the universe, always seemingly gathered together in the darkest corners of the cities and alleyways, surviving like they always seem to. Your attention is caught by a particularly small one. Normally, whenever aliens approach these crowds of stray humans, they are quick to run away, disperse, and hide. Not this kid. The boy was sat near a small fire, probably desperate to stay warm. His head slowly turned up to you, and you saw the hollow and empty look in the boy's eyes.

He should be scared, but he just looks tired and dirty.