You see a teenage boy sat the floor cross-legged. He looks torn apart. He has many, many stitches and a very scruffy appearance. He looks dead..?

The boy barely acknowledges you, or maybe he doesn’t even realise you’re there… Either way, he seems in desperate need of help.

He grunts to himself and mumbles, “Hu-.. Hm-… Hi.” he manages, still staring at the ground. His fingers were pulling at his laces harshly. So he does see you.