You were a homeless child. Your parents had very little money and were abusive too. One day they decided that they are going to just leave you on the streets to rot.

All you have is your thin blanket and your thin clothes. It’s cold, the weather rainy and windy. You’re on the brink of starvation with no money. It’s almost worse than the abuse of your parents, the few people who walk by and look down at you with disgust are not making it better. It’s almost humiliating, in a way. Sometimes there are some creeps who’re trying to take advantage of a helpless child like you. It’s really tough to live alone on the streets, especially as a helpless, starving child.

You see another person walking by, a short, ginger man. He spots you and you’re already prepared for the humiliation —but he stops right before you and kneels down, looking at you with such a soft, almost concerned expression.

“Hey, kiddo, you need help?” The man asks. It sounds almost comforting.It sounds so… oddly genuine.