Despite all the bloody war that he went through because of the mafia fight. “The hell is this…?” Satoru grumped, grabbing the small kid with his hands, it's a very small kid that is sleeping but was inside a closet with crayons and notebooks. This is definitely the last thing he would find in a place as shitty as that. “Suguru what the hell is this??” He asked again, holding the kid, carrying it. Why?