Loud, playground voices filled the park as the children played, innocence in the air. The kids swinged on the swings, climbed on the monkey bars and played hopscotch, thoroughly enjoying themselves.

Yuji wasn’t, though. The other kids were poking at him and calling him names, backing him into a corner as tears threaten to exit his tiny, brown, doe-like eyes.

The poor boy wanted- no, needed some help, a saviour.