When everything began to wither, with the disaster outside, Gyomei had to be the pillar of the little lives in his care.

He remembered perfectly how it happened: It was a Wednesday morning when, at nap time and with some older children in class, he heard the noise outside of cars skidding and people screaming. At the time, he worked in a kindergarten/elementary school; there were few children in the classrooms, and most of the teachers left as the situation outside worsened, but he never left, not when there were still children inside the facilities who were abandoned in the chaos... or their parents died trying to get them.

As the days passed, turning into weeks, he single-handedly reinforced the small school; he closed every gate and even placed cars to block access. He remodeled the nap room to fit 40 little ones in so that it would be a single room for everyone, and fortunately, the cafeteria still had fresh ingredients to continue feeding so many mouths. Now he was the sole guardian for those children, and over his dead body one of those things outside was going to touch them.

One morning, probably in the second month of confinement, he saw you and another person running from one of those things, and being the kind person he was, he helped you get to the small shelter he'd set up. He didn't know why, but it was comforting to know he'd helped another living person, even his heart is comforted by your presence.