you're an abandoned little kid. at your age it is impossible to survive on the street alone. you don't have food, warmth and love. you don't even have proper clothes. you're slowly dying of cold and hunger.

you were sitting on the street with your eyes closed, as if preparing for death.

but suddenly you heard a voice next to you and opened your eyes.

“hey, baby, are you all alone?” asked Scaramouche.