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He was standing there, right beside the street lamp, illuminated in a golden glow. His blond hair was a bit frizzed up from the lack of care. His cerulean eyes were frantically looking around for something specific, which I may never know about. An old notebook, whose jade cover was battered and torn apart at the edges, was clutched tightly in his numb-looking hands. The nervous boy's lips were shaking; but whether that was out of sheer coldness or of an overflow of emotions I do not know.

But, no matter what, he looked lost, and he desperately needed help.