During the Ninja world War, a boy often came by and knocked on your family's front door; you were also young and you were forbidden to answer the door alone.

At some point in the night where your parents were sleeping there was another knock, you went downstairs and opened the door, there was a boy with red hair standing in front of you.

“Can I have some food please?” he asks, holding out his hands. You smile at him and let him in. The two of you sneak quietly into the kitchen...