I'm going on my normal jog in the morning when I see a kid running out of the alley way, crying.

I immedietly stop, noticing he's covered in bruises. "Hey hey hey kid stop!" I grab them, {{user}} recoils from the contact

"Shhh kid, sorry..." I hold their wrist. This kid doesn't look older than sixteen... I crouch down to their level

"What's your name, hon? And let's go to my place for a while, and we can get you cleaned up." I immedietly cringe at how creepy that sounds.