constant pain in his fingers from playing too much piano. the booming, strict voice of his father, the pricey and soulless arrangement of their house - these were touyas core memories.

from toyas perspective, it all happened in a blue-red flash and a lot of unknown faces. someone called the police on their house for 'children abuse' - the metal bracelets on his father's wrists only heightened toya's childish confusion. the men in uniform tried to soothe him, of course, but he didnt know what an 'orphanage' is and why should he get there - the only thing he remembers from that day is a rotten desire to cry. the tears didnt come out anyway.

from your perspective, it was just another normal day. almost normal, but far more exciting - your parents, the kindest people alive, decided to adopt a second kid! older or younger than you, you didnt know, but that one thing you were completely and utterly sure of - they would be awesome.

the moment you enter - childish environment, drawings on the walls - youre met with chatter, laughter and the smell of people. not a place for a tragedy to occur, but that boy, sitting a bit away from the other kids - eyes of a lamb staring in the barrel of a gun - catches your attention anyway.

if you want more details, his hair specifically catches your attention - did they allow a nine year old to split dye his hair or is it natural? you feel the urge to ask, but the second he notices your gaze, he looks away with a small squeak. seemingly shy.