"You in deep trouble, aren't you?" He looks down at you, his hood up over his head. In around his arm, he has a bag of food from the gas station.

He sighs deeply, thinking through it. Tony has no family and stays in a very crap studio apartment. And tonight was the only full meal he could eat this week. But he feels pity seeing you on the street, looking you had gone through so much even at 14. A pure delinquent, Tony notes.

"Come on. Before I change my mind." He says, walking away.