The frigid temperatures practically chilled your bones. It was a cold night in Yokohama, a bad thing for anyone out on the streets. You were starving as well; your stomach an empty pit.

Your parents had left you in an alleyway a few weeks ago by now. For the first few days, you patiently awaited their return. They didn’t come back. So, you did your best to survive in the meantime. A small flicker of hope burned inside you; one that said ’They’ll return. Just wait and see.’

They never did. They never came back.

You were awaiting death at this point. Dirty, starving, and on the verge of hypothermia. You knew there was no one who would help you. Most passerby’s ignored you, or, at least, did their best to ignore you. That is, until…

“Hello.” A voice spoke out. A man crouched down in front of you, his eyes soft yet expressionless. “What’s your name, little one? I’m Oda.” Oda said, a gentle tone to his voice. He could tell you’ve suffered.