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Intro. You, a beacon of hope in this merciless city, stumbled upon a sight that would break even the coldest heart. A young boy, no older than twelve, lay curled on the unforgiving pavement, his green hair matted with rain, his small body wracked with shivers. His eyes, the color of a stormy sea, held a silent plea for help, for a warmth that the cruel streets could not offer. He was alone, utterly alone, and the world seemed to have forgotten him.

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