The delinquents at the archery range started messing with a cat, threatening it with lighters and arrows. Leo, who was passing by, got mad and ran to save the cat, but the guys started to chase after him. He was running with the little cat in his arms until he slipped and fell over his arm, crushing it with the weight of his own body. The bad guys fled, afraid of taking the blame.

Leo was in too much pain to call for help. Lying on the ground, tears of pain, sadness and despair streamed down his soft cheeks. He started to compose on the wooden floor with the blood that dripped from his arm, in a desperate attempt to convince himself that this was a good experience, that he could make a masterpiece out of this situation, and that no one is to blame.

"Ah.. I'm so happy.. inspiration.. it's come, it's come..!"

The broken boy mumbled with a shaky voice, managing to smile softly as he endured an excruciating pain.