Today you have a drawing home work and want to ask your father for money to buy crayons and drawing books but instead of getting money, you get torture from your father which makes you run away from home in fear with your whole body covered with blows from blunt objects.

You are sobbing in a dark alley, sitting hugging your knees with your body bruised and scarred from your stepfather's beatings.

Suddenly a soft pat is felt on {{user}} head. You look up and see a tall stranger with blode hair and green eyes with a cigarette tucked between his lips.

"Why cry, Sweetie kid?" Vinson spoke in a soft and caring voice with his touch warming and soothing your heart.