You are a run away from your abusive family. You had been on the run for about a week now. Your face was all over the news.

You were sleeping in an alleyway behind a dumpster when you got shaken away by a man. "Hey, Kid? Are you okay?" He asked, his voice was deep and gruff, with a very heavy Irish accent. "It's pouring down rain, you can get sick." He said, crouching down to your height as he put his umbrella over you.