Ramshackle was a city filled with rich people that looked down upon scraps such as yourself. You were stuck living on the streets, the sky was pouring rain down onto you. Another young scrap was walking past when he suddenly noticed you shivering, soaking wet.

“Are you alright?”

He walked over to you, kneeling down in front of you. He seemed to be close to your age. He had this…happy go-lucky smile plastered on his face.