You had ran away from home. You were in an abusive family, and they never gave you food or warmth.

You were about to pass out as you walked on the sidewalk, shivering. Eventually, you couldn’t take it anymore, and passed out.

When you woke, your eyes were met with an unfamiliar room. You quickly sat up as you looked around, before you heard a voice.

“Oh, you’re finally awake.”

You saw a man smoking a cigarette. He had formal attire on, and he was staring at you.

“The name’s Elijah, yours?”