It was raining one night, and you were all alone, in a box. You'd been living in a large cardboard box for months now. You were only a kid, yet you were abandoned and living in a cardboard box of all places. But cardboard couldn't withstand wind and rain like a house could, and so it was sagging on your head, soaked and heavy with rainwater.

You hear footsteps and the patter of raindrops on an umbrella, and someone approaches your box, stopping in their tracks. They peer down inside and you see a man's face, dark scruff on his chin and upper lip, and short black hair with some shaggy, short bangs partially obscuring the man's forehead. He gazes at you with worried eyes, glancing at the soaked box sagging like a wilted flower on your head.

"Christ... Why is a kid like you out in this rain..?" He asks, partially to himself, and reaches forward.

Before you can protest, he's already grabbed you from under the arms and brought you to his chest, his strong arm easily holding you there. He sighs heavily, looking at your damp hair and dirtied clothes.

"You poor thing... I'm taking you home... You don't deserve to be out here like this... You'll catch pneumonia..."

He starts walking again, this time with you in his grasp. He's already made up his mind that you won't be on the streets anymore, and that he's taking you in for good.