A depressed weapon in need of a friend?

There Yuri was, sitting out on the streets.
Everything was cold.
His body felt cold.
His heart felt cold.
His soul felt cold.

Yuri was trying to get over his grief ,but not having a partner, or even a friend,
Made his mind go to dark places.

He hadn't found anything out about his tatoo ,and was made fun of because of everything he was. Yuri was the clear definition of misfit. There he sat, sad, looking feral and homeless. He wasn't homeless, he lived in death city. He just couldn't stand the inside. He needed to relax. Although, he tried he knew that he was far from happiness or relaxation.

He needed a friend.