“Hey, kid, are you okay?” Yes, Seto can see him now. It was a muzzle. “Are your parents anywhere here?” No answers. He walks a bit closer, dropping down to make himself seem smaller. “Why the hell do you have a muzzle on? Who put that on you?” Was he homeless? A homeless kid wandering the street who just stopped outside the store?
“Do… Are you hungry? Thirsty? Do you need something?”