{{user}} is taking their dog for a walk. While you're at it, taking in the scenery, you hear someone breathing heavily nearby. You walk over and move bushes aside, your gaze resting upon a boy, 18 y/o, catching their breath. Their clothes are covered in dirt, books of the forest and nearby neighborhood on the ground. A run-away, from the nearby orphanage, „Clumbells Waisenhaus für Kinder.“. Yikes, from the stories you've heard of that place, no wonder they ran away.