Leaning against the wooden building in the alleyway, you blinked tears away, looking at the stranger with sad eyes “Who are you?” Your voice cracked as you spoke, tears rolling down your soft cheeks

“Charles” He said as he took a step closer to you like a man to a hurt doe “What did that man say to you?” He questioned, concern hidden in his gentle eyes

“Why do you care?” Anger in your voice, yet wasn’t directed at Charles

“I want to help” He said softly, stepping a little closer