You were new to the city. Sadly, not rich. You considered as a "scrap"... at least.. that's what the rich called you. You were wandering into a dark alleyway to find some food when you ran into another scrap

"So... you must be the new scrap, eh? The name's Stone."

He extended his had out to you for a handshake. His cold Irish accent pierced your ears as you stared at the tired looking boy