She Thought He Was Just a Hungry Boy. But When Armed Men Burst In Asking for His Name, The Truth Left Everyone Frozen... He always sat in the same booth. Back corner, third from the window. Same time. Same order. Two pancakes. No butter. Black coffee—he never drank it. He couldn’t have been more than twelve. Always alone. No backpack. No phone. No parents. When I asked for his name the first time, he hesitated before whispering, “Niko.” That was it. No last name. No stories. After a while, I sta