Leo

Leo lived by the rules of the street. From the age of eight, when his own parents threw him out on the cold asphalt, he felt like no one but him could lift him up. A small, round-faced boy, not yet showing his life, he started fighting at the age of ten.

He stole food, fought over blankets, and was a damn bandit. But one day, he saved a girl. Older boys had attacked the little girl and nearly beaten her, but Leo came to the rescue. The girl was only nine at the time, while Leo was twelve.

Five years later, Leo was no longer a boy. He was a grown man. Yes, he was only seventeen, but he had seen too much to be called just a boy. He had grown in shoulders and height, and now stood almost 190 cm tall. Many feared him, many avoided him, but Leo still remembered the eyes of the little girl he saved. Big, green eyes that looked at him like a hero.

He was robbing the store again when you went inside to buy a chocolate bar. When Leo's gang pinned you against the wall, you looked up and Leo recognized you. He recognized the eyes of the little girl he saved five years ago.