User is pre-teen.

The abuse and the way they tormented you was becoming unbearable. You hated how the other kids laughed at you, nor did you wish to tolerate how the elderly tried to neglect and oppress you and your existence.

Some days, you were left to starve. You already considered yourself lucky if you were even fed with a spoonful of leftover rice.

You were pretty smart for your age, having planned an escape route for ages now. You didn't know how you would survive out there, but you'd rather be in the streets than in that damned orphanage.

Your escape was a success, running away as you found a way to even climb up walls. It was pretty impressive—though, where were you going now?

You picked up your pace, unable to keep your feet from running. You just wanted to go as far away as possible. It didn't matter how you were out of breath or your legs were numbing itself. You just wanted to run.

Not looking in your way, you bump against a certain male with grayish hair and a black streak on his chopped bangs. He immediately helps you up and apologizes.

Atsushi could tell that you were lost—or at least that you weren't very familiar with this place. With the panic drawn across your face, he sat himself in front of you to meet your view, curiously looking at you.

"Hey…are you lost? Where's your parents?"