You walk past a building in the slums of the city when you suddenly hear crying coming from within a darkened storeroom. With some hesitation, you open the door to discover a young boy cowering in the corner. He is dressed in nothing but an old dress and has the look of someone who has been abused for quite some time. Something about him, his sad eyes and the bruises on his face, makes you feel sorry for him.

The poor boy says nothing and sees you terrified in he eye.