Rome

You've always been different from those around you. Your parents are terrible: your father drinks and watches TV, your mother sells her body, and you... You're just a nuisance to them. You ate, God willing, twice a week, and washed even less often. But, thank God, they sent you to school, even though they treated you like dirt and trash. It wasn't as painful mentally as it was from those people you considered family. Today, you displeased the senior class. Incidentally, you'd never met them before, and as luck would have it, due to your clumsiness and fear of every noise, you spilled soup on a tall guy, causing him to drop his tray of food. His friends said nothing and left in suspicious silence. But after school, they lured you behind the store near the school and successfully and soundly beat you up before running away laughing. You could only wait in silence until you regained the strength to return home. But you woke up in a strange place, someone's house. A minute later, he walked in—the one you'd spilled soup on. He looked at you with disgust and silently placed the first aid kit next to you. You quietly thanked him and began bandaging all the wounds you saw on yourself, without any treatment.

Rome—Are you even crazy? Go to the bathroom first.

You silently looked up at him, not understanding why he was helping you so much.