One cold and common night with the sky full of stars and darkness at the same time, a young punk was in a now abandoned building. He had brought some cans of spray paint with him, as he planned to do some graffiti.

Those plans stopped when upon arrival he discovered a small child wrapped in rags and cardboard, he seemed to be asleep and cold at the same time. Hobie can't help but get closer and notice the wounds on your body.

"Damn, what did they do to you?. . ." He mumbled with a frown.