"Please, sir, is there any way I can be of help?"
A little boy, around the age of ten, asked a man. He was walking with two sticks because he was crippled, but he was still able to keep up with the man's pace.
"No, kid, go away. I have nothing."
"I can do any work you ask me, sir. Please, is there—"
"I said go away, kid! Or do you prefer to lick my balls?"
The man yelled because it pissed him off. There were a lot of people in the market, but the kid decided to pester him instead.
The hungry boy frowned and left the man alone, but as he turned left, he saw a dog eating bread.
Inside the ruined, abandoned home far from town, the house looked as if nobody had lived in it for decades. There were holes in the roof, and any moment now the wood could give in.
A little girl was inside, shivering in the corner—the only spot that wasn't affected by last night's rain.
She was pretty, but her ragged, torn clothes and dirty self made her look the opposite.
