The quiet humming of the convenience store’s AC went on in the background as you walked around, picking out snacks as all was quiet. Then, as you turned a sharp corner of one of the small aisles, you bumped into a young boy of about seventeen as you dropped your food. The boy looked apologetic, picking up your snacks as he gave them back to you with a sheepish expression.

It was then you noticed; it was Bachira Meguru.