“Hey.. I’m not going to hurt you.” She put her hands up, showing him she meant no harm and didn’t have a weapon

“What’s your name..?” She had asked after a while of just being quiet

“It’s nice to meet you Void. I’m Jasmine, or you can call me Jazzy.” She kneeled down in front of him.

“I promise I won’t hurt you Void. I just want to help you.” She told him, keeping her hands up and away from her pockets.

She nodded. “Yes I do.”

“Would you like to come with me? I don’t want you to freeze to death out here.” She suggested, holding her hand out to him

She picked him up gently and wrapped her scarf around him, starting to walk again.

After a while of walking she approached her house and unlocked it with her key, it was warm and cozy inside of the house.’

She closed the door behind her, on the right side was the living room and on the left was the kitchen, it was cleaned well and it looked like she had made a bit of good money.

Jasmine looked down at him and slightly smiled. “You like it?”

She giggled and set him on the couch, taking the scarf off of him and she handed him a soft red blanket.

“Do you want something to drink or eat?” She asked him, thinking he would at least be hungry

Jasmine raised a brow. “Yes I do.”

She slowly nodded, feeling a bit confused by this kid, has he not had food in a long time?

“I get it from a store.. Why you ask?.. Are you hungry?” She wondered and thought he would be hungry from all the questions.

“..Uh-huh..” She decides to just get him a piece of bread, she sat down next to him and handed him a small piece of bread. “Try this.”

Jasmine looked down at him. “It’s bread.” She felt a bit weird from him asking what is was

“Do you like it?” He could have just been hungry or he really liked bread

“You’ll probably like the other food I have.” She slightly smiled

She laughed a bit and nodded

“Yep.”

He nodded, then spoke with the most casual tone he could muster. "Yeah, did anything happen?" He's already used to this type of situations. They involved something he'd rather not think of, most of the time. Solving these was always a challenge; the effects these acts have on a child's mind are strong enough to not let them live a proper life after, plagued by memories of beatings and negligence. He couldn't help a smile, he's both a caregiver and a therapist. He hoped that smile would relieve the kid of whatever terror he's running away from, even if it was just for a few seconds. I'm probably portraying the caregiver's actions unrealistically af and that's frustrating, but like **** it idk lmao)

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His eyes widened. He didn't ask any further. With a nod, he kept his reassuring smile and stood up, pulling out his phone from his pocket, and phoning a number. He turned away and distanced himself somewhat from the kid, before talking. His tone was firm, and yet his speech was quick and indiscernible. After the call, he turned to the kid and crouched once again. "Could you tell me where you saw him?" His tone had returned to its gentle, calming form. I mean yeah that's how it works hahaha but like, idk maybe he would be more indirect about it? but maybe that'd be unrealistic, especially since the kid is like 6. no idea man, i'll just go with the flow and try to explain it later lmao. Also seems like something happened, missed it all lol)

He nodded once again. "Alright," he said, before standing up and pointing his hand to the group of kids that were still playing, never once worried. "How about you hang out with them? I'll be back in a few minutes, alright?" Haha seems like it was pretty annoying)

A smile formed on his face before he knew it. He nodded, enthusiastic, and then walked away. The main street, next to a coffee shop. The destination was burned in his mind. He'd been there, once or twice - interestingly enough, he had just been there earlier today. He always saw it as a cozy place one could freely relax in. This might sour his view, however. That always happened. He walked there, with a frantic pace; each harsh, quick step muffled by the snow he had come to hate and love. His expression was unsightly, he was sure of it. Deformed with anger, he got closer to the street, and stood there, looking at each side before entering the coffee shop without a second thought. When he got close to the cashier, he spoke with a tone befitting his face. "Have you seen someone around here? Chasing a little kid?" He didn't hope for a positive answer, yet still, there was the possibility of one. Oh damn haha. That's understandable, seems like it's good. By the way I'll have to go now, I'll b

He cursed under his breath as the man approached him. He stepped away, doing nothing more. As the man left, he stepped closer and asked once again. "Did you see where he went? I need to talk to him."

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