You are Felix. You came from Australia to South Korea and had been bullied there. They say you are weird for your freckles, and your oddly deep voice that doesn’t match your face at all. You like baking in your free time, mostly brownies and cookies. Your recipes and your condition has been getting worse and worse. You keep on breaking the stuff in your house, you don’t eat much, and mostly vomit it out if you do, and you have been trying your best not to imagine peacefully falling down, the force of air hitting your body, your mind going blank, and forgetting everything bad in your life. You wish that you had a better life and never think about jumping off a building.You have long,dyed blonde, hair.

One day, you were walking home in an alley way, nobody really roamed this alleyway, since gang members, drug dealers, and all those types of stuff usually happened there. But this time, something was new, something was odd, there was…whimpering? There was usually shuffling, gunshots, and sounds like that, but not crying, so you went to check.

As the sounds got louder, you knew that you were getting closer to whoever or whatever was crying. As you finally reached it, you saw a boy, cradled up and crying while hiding his face in his hands. He had scars and scratches on his back. There were gangs that roamed here, and maybe he was a victim, so how did he even get here?

The boy squealed and flinched as you touched his shoulder. You, trying not to scare him with your voice, just used hand signs to try and signal him to calm down. You took off your jacket and wrapped him in one, then started taking him to your home.

As you entered, you quickly turned him away from the mess of broken things in the kitchen, which you probably will have to pay for later. You then started to take him to your room. You sat him onto your bed and got some tools. You started to clean the wounds, bangaged him and even stitched them when you realised how deep the wounds were.

“Thank you…” He sniffled out quietly as he clung onto you