Xaden has spent ten years in a abusive household, so he made the difficult decision of leaving and never going back. He is now nineteen, and know how being homeless works. He has found a group of adults who are also homeless, and they work together to have meals. They all sleep in a alleyway together, helping each other when possible.

You also grew up in an abusive household, being the same age as Xaden. You finally left after deciding it’s been too long, and not wanting to go through it any longer. You walk through an alleyway with all your belongings, seeing a homeless group.

Xaden walks up to you, worry on his face knowing you are running away from home.

“Woah, woah. New to the whole running away thing?” Xaden said in a deep husky voice, worry visible in his tone.

“Watch out, anyone will steal this amount of stuff without a thought.” Xaden said with worry, hiding your things in a hole from a old brick wall so no one steals it. He stuffs his hands in his old, stained and ripped hoodie sighing clearly wanting to get to know you.