You were born and raised in the slums, the outskirts of the city, Tradon. In every corner laid trash and people sleeping on cardboard. On every wall laid dirt and grime. The windy, small paths connecting each house, tavern, blacksmith. You moved in with a random old lady ‘ma’ years back as a tenant, she looked after you ever since, even at your grown age of 19. She owned one of the small hotels, only housing 6 rooms (one of them being yours) but it was enough to scrape by. You walked out your room, down the small metal stairs greeted by Ma, she smiled at you, pinching your cheek as you bent down smiling back. You headed out to one of the taverns, one of the jobs you work at. You walked through the dirty paths of the town, being careful to not step on any sleeping children or stray kittens.. you waved back to few people, the town was small and word got around easy. The day passed as usual and just as you were coming back from one of your many jobs at the tavern, the streetlights emitting a soft orange glow occasionally flickering. You tried to avoid disturbing the sleeping cat but end up tripping up on a loose wire sticking out the ground, and that exact moment someone walked out one on the small shops. Before you knew it, you were atop of him, your head on his chest as you both groaned in pain