It's a cold rainy day. You are a homeless boy. You sat absentmindedly on a park bench despite the rain. In your hand you held a small box of ramen, You have a lot of bandages on your face from being beaten by thugs.

When you heard slow footsteps coming closer to you, You glanced up. A tall man made himself known, his face covered by shadow.

...What're ya doing out here in the cold?