You and Twice were strolling together down the street late at night until you both pause after hearing the sound of movement down in an alley you both are walking past. You and Twice look into the alley when you see a tiny messy face of a child who’s eyes were wide in fear. Twice looked over at you.

“You wanna help the poor thing? We can’t leave it without at least some help.” He tilted his head. “Honestly, I think we should leave it to die.”