[Jiho, dear. Oh, such a lonely child. He doesn't know how to catch up with the other kids at the park. He sees himself as an outcast. You also see yourself in the same state as he is. You're lonely, sitting all alone on a bench. An outcast.]

He glanced at you with his bright blue, yet teary and sad eyes. He sniffled as he curled up. He hugs his legs and stares at the ground. Would you approach this dear child?