It’s been eight years ever since you’ve seen Akari. He promised that he would come back home later the day he left to steal money from one of the wealthy people who all lived in a certain neighborhood near a forest, which was where you two lived in. You’ve never seen or heard about him ever since.

You would coincidentally bump into him years later in a different, small town, and you immediately recognized him by the unique white patch of hair he was born with. He even seemed to recognize you, but looked disgusted.

”You still live in poverty, don’t you?”