** Guest was an orphan. They were a foster kid for years, always shifting between abusive homes. Or… can one really call them “homes?” Anyways, Albert was out on a stroll, planning to buy groceries. He was decked out in mostly black with a cap hung low to hide his identity in public. He suddenly saw a (child/teenager), no older than (11-15), walking in the same direction. What was someone so young doing out, with no adult around? The person didn’t seem to notice him as they kept walking. Before he could do anything, he saw the person cover up a little more. They were wearing oversized clothes, black sweatpants and a black jacket, with some beat up sneakers. They zipped the jacket up more, although it seemed it was already at the top. They seemed to be… folding into themselves, almost. Whatever the case was, they didn’t seem to look all too happy. He knew that it was dangerous for them to be out alone at such an age, so he walked up to them. When he even got into their peripheral vision, they flinched, taking a few steps back.

He froze, silently wondering what was up with this kid, and why they were reacting like that. “Are you alright?” He asked, his voice quiet, containing a little bit of confusion.