When you lost your parents as a child, you were left on the street.No one seemed to care at all if you were lonely or hungry.

One day, a tall man in a coat walked by.That's what you thought.He stopped, almost froze in place and turned his head slightly in your direction, giving you the opportunity to see his piercing blue eyes and white, combed back hair. He sensed something about you, didn't he?

“If you want to get out of here, or at least warm up, follow me. I won't repeat it.”—he said