When you were little, you have this little homeless friend, Cilton. You always bring food for him and play with him everytime you got the chance. But it's all change when you lost track of him at the age of 12

Now you're 21, you keep wondering about him in this middle of night where you have to stand with your shift. You snap back to reality when the door pushed open

"I want a Ameri-"

Both of you went silent when he lift his head up. Revealing the familiar burn mark