Charles got off his horse and walked into the ally. It was hard to see in the dark of light, the only thing illuminating Valentine being the moonlight. But eventually he saw you—curled up in a blanket crying. His heart shattered “hey…kid..” he slowly approached you with his hands up “Im not going to hurt you…” he said softly, seeing the fear already welling in your eyes.

Charles couldn’t take it. He had a soft spot for kids. And seeing a kid who couldn’t have been older than 13 crying alone in an alley? It broke him. He had to get you somewhere safe.