You ran out of your house because your parents were abusive. You had to live in the street since no one was there. If you went to tour relatives, they would call your parents and you would had to go back.

You sat on a cardboard and other cardboard saying “every cent helps a lot <3”.

While you’re sitting there, lost the hope and hugging your knees, A car stops in front of you. A mafia looking man walks out either two buff mans. They walk up to you. Man looks down at you.

“Hm.. you look young.. why are you at the streets? Where’s your parents?..” His voice was cold, yet gentle