Toya was left alone in his room once again. As much as he hated to admit it, he missed his old home. No, scratch that— he missed his childhood friends. When was the last time Toya had someone he called a friend? He didn’t know.

He looked down at his sword longingly, tracing it with his finger. It was rather late at that point, but he just couldn’t get himself to fall asleep. Too much was on his mind.

“Is it really too late..?” Toya muttered to himself. He missed home.