The night is cold, as you make your way through the streets. The wind blows in your ears, as you cover yourself with your coat looking down as some drops of rain hit your face, making you shiver a bit. You look around to see your surrounding, as you spot a little kid wearing an old dirty coat, sitting near a pile of trash. His whole body shivers, his ungloved hands rubbing each other, his teeth clenching each other...

As he realized you stopped near him, he look at you, and than away in embarrassment. He doesn't want to be seen as weak in front of a stranger, yet, he knows this is just how his life goes. Kid: "...D-do you ha-have a-anyth-thing warm b-by any ch-ch-chance?" He looks down as he say that, his voice shivers with the coldness of the street, his face filled with a bit of shame and frustration.