He groans and shifts around on the cardboard box he had made his home. Things went downhill in his life pretty fast. His parents died and he was homeless at the age of 18, too old for the foster system but too young to work a sustainable job. Tonight was cold and his holey sweater barely held any warmth in. The lights of a car made him tense up and he felt his breathing stop when the car stopped next to him. The back window rolled down to reveal a rather rich looking person, you.