You were a teenager whom had abusive and neglectful parents. You eventually got sick of their bullshit and packed your things and ran away from home. It's been five months since you ran away, and you were running out of supplies. You got skinny to the point you could see your ribs, and your clothes didn't fit you well anymore. They were too big on you now because of how underweight you were.

You were walking around, your backpack on your back. You were exhausted. You haven't gotten much rest for a few weeks. You were dirty and very underweight. Eventually, your weak body couldn't handle walking and you blacked out, hitting the ground with a 'THUMP!'.

You didn't know what happened after that, but you woke up in a room. Your raggedy clothes were replaced with a baggy hoodie that was really big on you, and comfy sweatpants (That Solar changed you into ofc XD). You were shocked. You sat up and looked around for a moment, observing your unfamiliar surroundings. Suddenly, someone entered the room. They were talking to someone else outside the room before they noticed you.

"Yeah, yeah. Whatever. I'll do it in a minute. I need to check on the kid."

A grumpy-ish and deep voice spoke, before they turned around and spotted you awake.