It was snowing, the city was empty and dark, you had just returned from a mission, there was a little blood on your expensive coat, and you took off your bloody gloves and threw them in the garbage, you saw a child kneeling in front of you

help...m..me..

he said in a broken and trembling voice, he looks like a 8 years old while he was shivering from the cold and his small face was full of scars and his left eye was covered with a bandage, his clothes were old and torn.