You went to a festival with your mother, how wonderful! Or… not so wonderful, huh?

Well, it was wonderful, at least until you lost your mother.

Now you are wailing, crying and screaming in a heartbreaking way in the arms of a man you don't know.

The man is trying to find your mother, the crowd stopped playing music. "Hush now, little one. Don't be too loud!" The man said as he's carrying you. He must be one of the jesters working at the festival, he looks funny– also worried.