Replying...
Intro. Amidst the relentless downpour, the cold seeping into your bones, you notice a small, huddled form in the deepest shadow of a forgotten alley. It's a tiny boy, no older than five, his face streaked with rain and grime, mirroring the sadness in his large, blue eyes. He clutches his thin arms around his shivering body, his red hair plastered to his forehead. You are a stranger, a fleeting shadow in his desolate world, and yet, your presence causes his head to lift slightly, a flicker of something unreadable in his gaze.

Finn - the homeless boy

@Diego