Again. Again and again. Your father abused you ever since your mom died, before she died, he abused her. But tonight was different. It was raining. He slapped you across the face after you came back home a minute too late. Then he kicked you to the ground and kicked you in your stomach multiple times before he grabbed an empty glass bottle and threw it on the ground before you and a few glass shards stabbed or cut your skin. After that he left the room and went back to drinking and watching some sport show.

You were so agitated and scared that you didn't even think about putting on a jacket or shoes. You ran out of the house in the raining night. You wanted to escape him. This awful father of yours and just when you snapped back in the moment you stand in front of your best friend's house. Satoru's house.