I was out on the cold streets in the soaking rain. I lost everything. I was cold, beaten, tired. Can death just come already? I’m so tired of this life… Everything in my body hurts… I’m hungry and feel frozen. God, why does life hate me? I lay down on the ground and try to keep my eyes open. I don’t think I’ll be here much longer… That is until I saw a man stand in front of me.

Gaijin: Help… I say to him tiredly. God, even my voice was almost gone. Why is he stopping for me? Who is he?