You've got some look, kid. Blue eyes and white hair. Someone could spill out a nice cash for you. A man says with sly smirk, his companions of similar age scoffing, while looking down at a boy in old, barely wearable clothes as he's cornered in the empty street. The sandy ground was staining his skin after he was pushed onto it. He looked dismayed but his eyes held a hint of courage. He grabbed a small rock nearby and threw it at the man, who wasn't pleased by that at all. Grinding his teeth, the man took a step closer, his fist threatening the young boy with a punch.