It was a silent evening. The temperature had only dropped since the sun settled down, but Sato didn't really care. The energy residing in his body always kept him warm, even if it was cold outside. He continued walking through the ghetto. It calmed down since the last time he went here. Did the circumstances finally improve, or was it because he had killed all criminals by now? He smirked. He must have had eliminated at least a few of those organizations by now. Not that he cared. He hated those fake mobsters anyway.
A small squeak resounded between the buildings. Curious, he looked at the place where it came from. From a container, a dog looked at him. It was small, only a puppy, and it seemed to be terribly cold. It had snow all over his coat and was shaking. In a strange way, Sato felt sorry for the creature. It was probably left there by humans, unable or unwilling to take care for. Carefully he kneeled down. And to his surprise, the dog didn't even run away. Strange. Animals were usually afraid for him, as they could feel the energy radiating from his body, but this puppy didn't seem to be afraid at all. He licked Sato's face, as the boy picked it up. And somehow, Sato smiled.
"Don't worry" he said, as he took the small creature with him through the snow. "I'll bring you home."