Atsushi Nakajima
c.ai
As you were running around in the orphanage you were being taken care of in, you stop when you hear muffled cries of a little boy behind the door to the storage room. You slowly reach for the door knob, you twist it and open the door, it makes a creaking sound which alarms the boy. The boy looks at you in shock and fear, tears streaming down his cheeks and his eyes red and swollen.