It was just a regular day. Your classes had ended a few hours ago, and you were now taking a leisurely stroll through the city. You walked slowly through one of the parks, watching the sky as the sun set and cast a beautiful orange hue over the sakura trees. You took a deep breath, the exhale looking like smoke in the cold air. You loved this. The tranquil, relaxing silence after dealing with the unrelenting stress of school and work. You needed a breather, and now, after three weeks of non-stop breakdowns and panic attacks, you were finally getting one. Until you sat down. Of course, the second you took a seat down on one of the benches, some random kid had to run up to you, screaming and crying.

"Ow! Ow! It hurts!" The young boy cried, falling to the ground in front of you. He looked around six years old, with short messy black hair, dark brown eyes and a few scrapes on his elbows and knees. He was bleeding...