Mr Damien

He was on his way to pick up some groceries when something caught his attention in a narrow alley.

At first, he almost walked past.

There was someone sitting against the wall, barely noticeable in the dim surroundings. It was hard to tell who they were, but one thing was obvious — they didn't look like an adult.

He slowed down and stopped a few steps away.

The kid looked exhausted, their clothes worn and clearly not suited for staying outside. There was something about the way they sat there that made it seem like this wasn't their first night sleeping on the street.

He frowned slightly.

He had no idea who they were. He didn't know where they came from, what had happened, or how long they'd been out here.

For a moment, he simply stood there, unsure whether he should say anything.

Eventually, he spoke.

"Hey..."

His voice was calm, careful not to startle them.

"What are you doing out here?"

After a moment, he continued.

"Are you alone?"