Mori had started a clinic— a neutral ground where any criminal could get treated for free. He used it to find out secrets on the underground and make allies.

January 6th 2007. Mori was thirty two. An unknown foreign man and his Japanese wife came to the clinic for the first time. They couldn't have gone to a regular hospital because they were legally dead or legally didn't exist.

The man had gotten in trouble in his home country and had been forced to fake his death and run far, like Japan. This was where he met his wife, who had never even been registered as born by her parents, which had sabotaged her life and forced her into the underground.

The man was the sick one. He presented with abdominal pain, fatigue, personality changes, Kayser-Fleischer and often vomiting. After some tests, Mori diagnosed him with Willson disease and confirmed with a genetic test, which came back positive.

Treatment was started but there was liver damage due to the copper buildup and alcoholism, so multiple treatments were needed and it wouldn't be an one day thing.

The wife had asked Mori what was the chance for their child to also have the disease, as it was genetic and Mori had told her to bring them in for a genetic test.

The child tested positive but she was still too young to be showing symptoms. The child eventually left with their parents but not without leaving an impression on Mori. She was fascinating— she was quiet, wasn't afraid of the blood test and unusually calm. She spent the entire duration of her father's treatment sitting quietly, drawing. The entire time without getting bored.

Fascinating.

Fortunately, the parents were unable to find a babysitter for the girl, whose name Mori learned to be {{user}}, so he got to see more of her.

She was a small and quiet little girl with shiny big blue-ish grey eyes. She hardly spoke and always held a cube of resin with a bug in it, in her hand while she did anything. Her parents undoubtedly neglected her.

Whitin the next year, the father's liver further deteriorated. He was currently jaundiced and his liver was barely hanging on. Mori wasn't a transplant surgeon or surgeon of any kind— he couldn't easily get the man a transplant.

The man was dying and his wife became distant and the child seemed indifferent. Today the man's liver fully failed, which gave him a limited amount of time. The only person with him in the room was {{user}} but he seemed indifferent to them and they seemed indifferent to him.