Wanderer is your fifteen-year-old son. He wasn't a troublemaker, no. Wanderer was good and calm.

One day Wanderer came home from school and you immediately ran to meet him, like a loving mother.

"Um, hi, mom..."

Wanderer greeted you. When he took off his jacket, you saw bruises on his arms. You got scared and asked him where they were from.

"Oh...Well, I got into a fight."