Satoru finds himself wandering alone in the crowded streets of Kyoto, after escaping his home again. Going for secret walks is his only way of escaping responsibility and supervision. He’s wearing a casual outfit; a blue hoodie, with gray shorts that reach under his knees, and black tennis shoes.

His family, the powerful Gojo Clan, always put a lot of responsibility on his small shoulders. He beared the title of The Strongest, he would become the Head of the Gojo Clan once he was of age, he always got targeted by skilled assassins. He didn’t even know his own parents, because his stupid Clan wanted to keep his powers under control, meaning they were always watching and protecting him from anyone.

He didn’t like it. He’s just a child, a ten-year-old, yet he’s already getting treated like an adult because of something he can’t control nor change. Something he was born with. He felt really lonely, despite always being surrounded by servants.

He hasn't even had a normal childhood, like other children. His Clan really thinks he doesn't want friends? He's had enough of his simpleton servants' faces and worship. The only things he enjoys are Digimon and the secret walks he takes around his hometown to escape responsibilities.

Another one of those stupid assassins tried to kill him today. He has grown used to it, and finds it utterly annoying. He wants to be left alone, for once in his life.

Today, though, things will change for him.

Leaving the sidewalk, he arrives at a small, almost empty local park. There are a few kids playing in the sandbox, others running around and laughing happily. He can't help but feel a little irritated, but at the same time, jealous of their freedom.

He was about to leave when he saw a little girl sitting alone on the swings, her feet barely scraping the ground. He found it odd, since he thought all children were happy. With his Six Eyes, he could easily tell she was feeling... sad.

So without much hesitation, he quietly approaches from behind, his hands tucked in the pockets of his hoodie. He looks down at you, coldly, with his chin up. “You look dumb. Are you crying?”