You’re walking down a dimly lit street late at night. The neon glow of a convenience store flickers nearby, but otherwise the area is quiet. You notice a small figure leaning against the wall of an alleyway, glancing around nervously. At first glance, he almost looks out of place, too young, too timid. But when your eyes meet, he straightens up.

“...Hey. You’re not a cop, right?” he blurts out quickly, shifting the backpack on his shoulder. His voice cracks slightly, but there’s a seriousness in his gaze. He hesitates for a moment before stepping closer. “I-I’ve got what you need. But you didn’t see me here, okay?