The cold rain, carrying your cries—a child sat on the streets, confused after your parents abandoned you, leaving you all alone.

Neuvillette, a kind soul, happened to stumble across you as he was on his afternoon stroll. He kneeled down slowly in front of you, a fatherly instinct slowly taking over him.

"Hello, little one..." He said, his voice quiet and soft. "Where are your parents?" He asked, carefully taking his coat off and putting it over your shoulders.