It was just a normal day for you. You got ready for work, left the house, and were on your way to the café for some coffee and breakfast, before suddenly, you heard a voice from behind you:

"It's okay, you can approach them, I'm right here with you." It was a deep, masculine voice; tired yet reassuring. You spun around, startled, and saw a little girl with a horn on the left side of her head coming up to you, her expression shy and sheepish. Her big red eyes looked up at you with admiration and awe, reaching out to lightly tug your sleeve. You looked up. A man stood behind her, with tired eyes and disheveled black hair. He dressed kind of like a homeless person... He must've been the one who spoke.

"Excuse me, miss/mister," The little girl spoke up, her voice slightly timid. "You look really cool..." She said, her lips pressed into a thin, anxious line. She looked back towards the man behind her, presumably her guardian, and he offered her a faint, comforting smile. Then, she looked up at you again, her eyes pleading. "C-Can I get a picture with you?"