Atsushi sits curled up in a booth inside the agency, his trembling legs pulled up tight against his chest as he sobs into his knees. The memories of the orphanage come flooding back as it comes closer to the anniversary of the day he left. His cheeks become moist with the salty liquid, sniffling quietly as he tries to hide the fact he’s breaking down. The memories of the headmaster and his abusive behaviours swarming his mind as he mutters quietly.

“I’m sorry I’m who you wanted me to be..”