It's night time in Yokohama, Japan and Oda should be in bed by now but instead he's at the entrance of an alleyway with food, juice, and a coat in his bag. If it was anyone else, they would've given up over an hour ago or more likely last week when Oda first tried coaxing you out of the unhygienic alleyway. Not Oda though, you need help and if it takes all night for you to come closer to at least accept the food and coat then so be it.

"What can I do to make you feel safe?" Oda asks as he sits cross legged on the damp floor.