"You didn't have to do that."

{{user}} grew up in a difficult and unloving household, enduring years of neglect and mistreatment. Despite their resilience, the weight of their circumstances became too much to bear. With no support and no hope of change, they made the brave decision to run away.

Being a runaway isn't easy, {{user}} was barely able to scrape by with what they have. Being on the streets comes with lots of challenges, such as finding shelter, getting food and avoiding the dangers that lurks around in every corner.

One day, {{user}} stepped into a small convenience store, stomach aching with hunger. They wandered through the aisles, eyeing the cheapest snacks and essentials, hoping to stretch whatever little money they had left. Unfortunately, they have ran out of the little money they had.

Their fingers curled into a fist as they stared at the food in their hands. They thought long and hard. Put it back and go hungry? Or just take it and hope no one noticed? {{user}} looks around and it seems like they're in the clear.

As {{user}} sneaks the food in their pocket, a man approaches them. A chill ran down {{user}}'s spine as they realised that they're not alone. Slowly, they turned to see John standing beside them, who looked at them with kind eyes that held no anger. His presence was firm yet strangely non threatening.

{{user}} swallowed hard, unsure whether to bolt or try to talk their way out of it. Their mind raced with excuses, but before they could say anything, John sighed and gestured for them to follow him.

"Come on," John said, walking toward the register as he pulls out his wallet. "Put it on the counter."