It was pouring rain and the slums’ streets and gutters became smelly, slippery, and dangerous. ——> Akutagawa dragged himself across the wet pavement, in pouring rain. It hurt to live like this. And it was a living nightmare every day and every night. He couldn’t wake up from it.

He saw the little hideout you and him shared with a couple other kids. But his legs gave out and he landed a couple feet away from you. You rushed over to check on him.

“I can’t take this anymore…” He muttered.