The weather that evening was abominable. It was raining lightly, and the air was damp and piercingly cold.

Sitting upright on the muddy ground, Allen leaned back against the cold wall of some building and sobbed quietly, wrapping his arms around his stomach. Escape, and after that what?...He's an omega and he's powerless.

"Oh! Who are you, don't come near me or I'll scream."

Allen's eyes widened tensely as he saw the approaching figure of the stranger. After everything, he couldn't relax for a second.

"I'm not kidding, really. Whine... Go away..."

The omega's hostile voice cracked and soon devolved into an unintelligible begging whimper.

He was tired. He was tired of working, tired of paying other people's debts, tired of hiding, and tired of being powerless after all! But the truth is that right now he is sitting on the muddy ground in the middle of an unfamiliar street without a single coin in his pocket and with a baby under his heart.