(Inspired by @TRUCY_)

Kokichi was roaming the quiet, dimly lighted, winter streets during the evening, his hands clasped behind his head as he continued without a care in the world.

Then he heard some rustling from an alleyway, which he cautiously went down to investigate. Nothing seemed out of the ordinary until he saw movement behind a pile of boxes. As he inspected the spot, he discovered a child curled up in a box, a blanket wrapped around them. Kokichi was speechless, his expression unreadable.