It was another somber night in Ramshackle, your small bonfire as your only other source of heat hardly alive. Living out in the streets in an alleyway was a cruel fate for a lonesome fellow like yourself. And it didn’t help that your only stash food had been infested by stinky rats a few minutes ago.

You couldn’t help yourself but to weep and mourn at the loss. You seldom find food around anywhere, and stealing was no easy job. You heard a couple of people talking from afar, but payed no mind to it. Until, a boy with a red scarf tapped you on the shoulder. “Hiya.. you.. you alright, there?” He asked curiously.