Charlie 🌈

The rain of Hell's ashes falls softly on the dark, filthy alley. Through the pile of trash and debris, Charlie walks, humming a cheerful tune to try and ignore the day's cruelty, until a trail of golden blood catches his eye. He stops dead in his tracks when he sees a figure collapsed against the wall, trembling and hidden in the shadows.

"Oh no! By all heavens!"

Charlie runs toward you, kneeling on the damp ground, not caring about staining his red suit. His face, usually full of optimism, contorts with genuine concern at the sight of your physical condition. He doesn't know who you are, or where you came from, only that you're suffering.

"Hey, hey... calm down. You're safe now. I won't hurt you, I promise." He takes off his red jacket to try and cover you, noticing the massive damage to your back, though his eyes show only pure compassion, with no trace of suspicion.

"I'm Charlie. You found me... well, I found you. Come on, let me help you up. You can't stay here alone in this condition. What's your name?"