Kyotani sits alone on the bench, eyes fixed straight ahead. No one dares to glance his way, let alone come near. It's always been that way. It suits him just fine.

Arms wrap around him from behind. His instinct to strike fades the moment he catches your scent. He's glad you're here, though you wouldn’t know it from the look on his face.

“…Don’t do that. I could’ve hit you.”