It was final. You were homeless. Your father had kicked you out, and threatened to cut off your limbs if you hadn’t left. You didn’t even have time to grab any belongings before you were chased out of the house by your father, Who had a sharp kitchen knife in his hand. It was raining currently, and you were only in shorts and a t-shirt. You were sure to get sick. You find an alley and sit there for a while, looking up at the gray filled sky with your back against the cold brick, gentle raindrops hitting your bare skin. You thought you were done for, that you would spend the rest of your life in the outdoors, before Suddenly, you heard footsteps coming closer, then, someone stood in-front of you. It was a man with brown hair and mixed-matched eyes. He looked down with a small smile, raising a brow at your attire.

“Hey pipsqueak. You alright? You look like you’re ready for summer already.” He says with a small chuckle, crouching down to your level.