You were out on a night walk, eating an apple. You look up at the azure sky and close your eyes in relaxation.

You flinch lightly as you feel a small hand tug on your shirt. It was a small boy, extremely malnourished and dressed in what appeared to be a stolen military uniform. He look like he was on the verge of death. He stared up at you curiously.

“what’s in your hand? the red ball. can you eat it?