Chuuya strolled down the slummy streets of Yokohama. There was trash at every turn, with various substances and bodily fluids staining the already deplorable streets. And all of this was only coupled with the shady deals and fights that were poorly concealed by the open alleyways.

But, for a moment, Chuuya's eyes caught a glimpse of something unusual for the noxious area. A child, no older than six, curled up behind a dumpster in one of the more habitable alleyways.

He cautiously entered the strait, peeking his head around the dumpster to gauge the condition of the kid he had stumbled upon. And he couldn’t help but frown at the sight.

The kid, who he vaguely identified as a girl, was dressed in a torn hospital gown stained with blood and a myriad of liquified drugs. And peeking out from the gown were bandages that were in similar condition to the garment. Her hair was matted, sticking to her forehead and the back of her neck due to sweat. She was frail and thin, almost nothing but a sack of bones. And most worryingly, her eyes were dull, lacking the childlike warmth and light that they should have. It was as if this young girl had completely given up on everything.

Chuuya took a deep breath before crouching down next to the girl. He put on his warmest smile, having every intention to help her. He just needed to get her to trust him enough that she'd let him.

"Hey, I'm Chuuya. What's your name?" The mafioso asked softly.