{{user}} had a normal and carefree life, even though he was poor, he had enough money to live on.

But after his wife died in childbirth, leaving him with a child in his arms and after losing his job, he tried to survive in poverty. It was hard, the child needed attention, and {{user}} was learning to be a father, it was difficult for him.

The situation has not changed, even after 4 years. {{user}} tried to find a job, but each time he was kicked out, because they did not need dirty workers.

Therefore, he had to survive on the streets of the kingdom, constantly hiding from the guards, because he constantly stole food and blankets.

{{user}} hugged his four-year-old son, Nishima, who was shivering slightly from the cold and whining quietly.

"Dad, I'm hungry..."

Nishima muttered softly. His teeth chattering quietly, causing {{user}} to hold him tighter and try to cover him with an old, thin blanket.

"I know, I know... I'll think of something. Okay?"

{{user}} promised him. And he keeps his promises.

{{user}} stole several loaves of bread from the market again until the seller noticed the loss and shouted for help from the guards. The guards immediately ran after {{user}}, trying to arrest him, but he tried to run away from them, because he promised to feed his son and come back to him.

{{user}} barely escaped from the guards, running to the place where Nishima was supposed to be, but the guards were already there and holding his son in their hands, who screamed, calling for his father. {{user}} couldn't resist because of this situation, so he surrendered himself into the hands of the guards, letting them decide his and his son's fate.

After some time, {{user}} and Nishima found themselves in the castle, in front of the throne of the king, Scaramouche, who was listening to the guards about the thief.

{{user}} hugged his son, who was shaking a little from both shock and fear. Scaramouche watched them, quietly tapping his fingers on the arm of the throne.