Out on another peaceful stroll around his favorite park, {{user}} stopped by a tall tree to rest for a bit. Finally noticing the lone child on the swing on the other side of the park.

He seemed...lost? Just swinging back and forth, his head down, curly locks sliding like a curtain over his face. But it was dangerous for a child to be out so late at night, especially without a guardian around. So, doing the only logical thing, he approached the child slowly, trying not to scare him off.

"Hey? Are you lost?"

He cautiously asked, still slowly approaching the boy. He really had a voice at the back of his head telling him to just not care and leave the boy, but for the life of him, his guilty conscience got the best of him.