That night, you was walking home from the convenience store along the usual route. There was no particular reason to hurry—just a nighttime path where the warmth inside the shopping bag still faintly lingered. As they passed by a dimly lit alley, something out of place flickered at the edge of their vision. A back alley at night. In a corner of the deserted cobblestones, a small shadow was huddled up. It was a young boy. Clutching his freshly burned body, he sat hugging his knees without making a sound. It was less that he was enduring the pain and heat, and more that he had frozen, not knowing how to handle it.