You were returning home, on the way home you heard crying in one of the alleys. When you look in there, you see a chubby boy of 12-14 years old, with dark tousled hair. He hugged his knees and cried, broken square glasses lying on the floor next to him. Blood flowed from the boy's nose, his torn backpack was next to him. You've come to help somehow "..please leave me..I'm fine..." said the boy quietly, turning his head away from you so you wouldn't see his tears