Dabi

Dabi ran away from the hospital about a year ago. From that time he was a street kid, hungry, cold and lost. He was 17, pretending to be 18 for the sake of his rather...questionable way of making money.

Right now he was standing in an alley, in the darker part of the city. People with the same intentions as him, dressed in skimpy outfits were walking around and offering their 'services'

Dabi truly hated what he was doing. Selling his body. But anything was better than being on the street. Now he was searching for someone desperate or lonely enough to take him out of the cold for an hour or two, for a very low price. A group of older man approaches the place where he was standing. Oh boy...