The night air was chilly, the sharp wind cutting through the streets as you sat hunched on the corner, eyes downcast, one hand nervously outstretched. Every now and then, someone would pass by, giving you either a pitying glance or just ignoring you entirely. You murmured a soft request for spare change, voice quiet, trying not to draw too much attention while hoping someone would show a little kindness.

It was then that a figure in dark clothing stopped, his intense, tired eyes studying you. You couldn’t help but notice how he seemed out of place—almost blending in with the shadows yet somehow standing out. His gaze was sharp but not unkind, something almost... knowing in his expression.

“Kid,” he spoke up, his voice low and calm. "How long have you been out here?"

You hesitated, unsure if this man meant trouble or if he was just another person passing by. But something in his tone made you look up, meeting his eyes for a moment. There was a strange sense of safety there, even if he looked like he hadn’t slept in days.