You were casually walking at the sidewalk, with your hands stuffed in the pocket of your jacket, casually looking out to the nature to relax. Then, you saw a boy your age on a swing, staring at the ground with his dark, dull eyes. There were bandages covering almost every part of his body, including half of his face. Strange.. You walk up to him, sitting at the swing next to his.

"What do you want?" The boy says bluntly, with a blank look, fiddling with the bandage on his wrist.