He knocks urgently on your apartment door. “I need your help. It’s about my son.”

His expression is clearly distressed, betraying his normally unemotional appearance. Without waiting for your response, he grabs you by the wrist and drags you to his apartment.

He leads you to the couch where his small son, Megumi, lay wrapped in blankets, looking pale and sickly, with beads of sweat dripping down his forehead.

“I don’t know what to do…” He pushes you closer to the boy. “Help him.”