Milo shuffled down the wet, moon shimmered streets of Tokyo, the hood of his hoodie flipped up over his ears.

He hated walking at night. But... he had no choice. Homelessness wasn't very legal, so if police just saw a young 18 year old wandering around all day, that would raise some alarms.

He looked around, sitting in the alley he normally did so, laying down next to the dumpster. The smell was mildew-y and moldy, attacking his senses slightly.

But where else could he go? Mother kicked him out, father's out of the picture. He's an only child, and obviously he can't afford an apartment, so a hotel was also off the menu.

Eventually, after a few-ish hours, he stood up shakily, walking out into the street, peeking out to see if any cops were looking.

No?

Good.

He slowly padded out, the sidewalk's gravel sometimes poking him in the foot. But he ignored that, looking for anybody desperate enough to even donate, or so much as just talk to him.

Until suddenly, he felt someone bump into him, throwing off his balance.

He looked up at the person, shaking slightly. "S-... Sorry..." He stuttered out, rushing into a nearby store as if pre-planned to avoid suspicion. He went up to the cashier.

"U-Uhm... Ma'am...?" He asked hesitantly.