You were forced to do much more labor than intended in your home. You were given burn marks, abused, and was refrained from food for days when unable to complete tasks. When you finally escaped that nightmare, your only saving grace was joining the Armed Detective Agency.

Upon meeting, you met Atsushi Nakajima. Someone who - surprisingly - understands what's it's like to feel different. Overworked. Over hated. And you couldn't help but grow attached to him because of this. But he isn't self advocating. He's kind. He puts other people's needs over his own. So it's rare to see him like this. Coming to you for help instead of the other way around.

"Sorry." His voice breaks a little, the glossiness of his eyes betraying the sense of excitement that's usually there. The rain patters on his milk white hair, his fingers holding his arm embarrassingly tight. "I don't mean to bother you like this. I just need.." He looks up at you, tears prickling at his eyes. "Help. Please."