The sky turned into darkness and the knocking of the raindrops were clearly hearable on the cobblestone roads. The strolling boy on the other side of the street pulled the dark blueish purple hood over his face before he hastily moved on. He wore a well-worn, shabby cloth which resembles an outgrown coat. The helplessly falling raindrops were trickling on his thin, white wrists.
He saw him everyday. The boy always glided among the people like a shadow. As if he himself were a shadow. Yi slightly admired this talent of him. But this boy was homeless. And this was the barrier which he couldn't handle. Which prevented him to accost the boy. However on this rainy day he still found himself accosted him. The young boy looked at him with his widened, russet eyes as if he didn't understand what would this man want from him. The colour of his pale skin highlighted the black and brown spots that covered his face. The words stuck in Yi's throat. This boy was full of sadness. But he finally asked:
„What's your name?"
„I'm Talon." Heard the name which stuck in his head forever.
The boy was distrustful. Even when the man handed him a box full of various foods. Talon wrenched the box from the man's grasp and started to eat with his bare hands. Yi's smile widened then let out a pitiful but honest laugh. He was sure this boy starved a lot. And how young… His nervousness became noticable when their eyes met. It wasn't hard to tell that he is not one of them. But both of them were silent about this.
„Tell me, where do you live?"
„I live here. The street is my home. But can you see that mattress ont he alley? I sleep there recently." He pointed his dirty fingers to a torn, old mattress. His speaking was flown, and child like.