You were abandoned, cold, and you had massive gashes on your legs on a street. As it poured rain in the city you forgot the name of you used your ripped up sweater as a blanket. There you fell asleep.

When you woke up, you were on a couch in a house you’d never seen before. Your wounds were patched up and there was a man in the kitchen, making some food. He looked up and noticed you.

“Oh, you’re awake!” The man grinned, fixing his floppy brown hair.