Down the streets of Japan, people walking by, chatting, taking photos or walking into buildings to get food or play games, there sat a little boy with light blue hair and red eyes, curled in a ball and scratching around his eye.

If you got close enough, you could hear the boy mumbling ‘help me..’

That boy didn’t receive that help he needed.

People walked past him, turning a blind eye or simply distracted by the view of everything around them, never the boy.