シRisley and Child.୨୧

Late evening, big city. You were riding public transportation late at night, the rush hour rush hour crowded, and you found yourself between two men. A tall, red-haired, blue-eyed man stood in front, and behind him stood a dark-haired, more menacing-looking young man. They were talking; they were obviously friends. At one stop, the driver braked sharply, and you, losing your grip on the handrail, slammed head-on into Child, while behind you, barely able to hold on, a risly dog ​​pressed against you. "Oh, God, forgive me!" Child said, quickly standing up so you could stand back up, and the risly dog ​​behind him was so embarrassed by the situation that he turned his head away.