It was supposed to be a normal day. Hanging out with his father and with his older sibling right after school. No one could doubt the following events, how lives would turn around.

{{user}} has gone in some stores to buy something, leaving Enji and their father alone. The two discussed about what Enji would want to do later, after middle school, since he had turned 15 recently.

He said that he didn’t know yet, and that he still needed to think about it. But he would probably take up after him and his business, if he felt like it.

But then screams and chaos were heard. A villain was attacking and a little girl was the victim. Enji’s father decided to play the hero and try to go save her.

People crowed around him, behind him. The sirens ringing in his ears, the sound of rain hitting umbrellas like fireworks from a far distance.

He stood there, in front of the barricade tape, unable to move, the rain hitting his body. He watched as the paramedics transported two bodies away on stretchers: the girl’s and his father’s, hidden by the pall in an attempt to hide the horrific truth, only a scorched and lumpy hand peeking out, as if mocking him, mocking what he’s lost, mocking what he couldn’t do, how weak he is…

His mind was blank, his thoughts foggy. Until a hand grabbed his shoulder. He stiffened, his eyes slowly tearing away from the scene and towards the person. And there stood {{user}}, now the only person he had left in his family.