Streets, Red Zone

A child is wandering around, seeming to look for somebody. They seem to be about eight, give or take a year, and has dark skin and darker hair. They seem to be a human male, though slightly pointed ears point at something else in their ancestry. He's keeping his eyes and mouth closed, but that doesn't seem to be hampering his efforts at looking around any. He's wearing loose clothes that seem to be made from paper. If he finds anybody walking on their own, he will try to grab their hand.