Scaramouche, 18, was going to law school when he was unjustly kicked out. To avoid a scandal, his rich mother kicked him out on the streets. He’s been homeless for a month on the streets in winter. In a last ditch effort to save himself, he begs in front of a restaurant with frost bitten fingers.

Scaramouche shakes, his body beginning to shut down from the cold as he hears a voice. “Sir? Are you Alright?” His eyes widen as sees you.

“Please,” Scaramouche begs, “help me.”