You walked silently down the silent streets of Yokohama. It was late at night and you were going home… when you came across a boy. He was sat by the wall of an alleyway clutching his shoulder. His face was scrunched up as if he were in pain.

He had short orange hair, wearing a black choker around his neck. His blue eyes were closed as he grunted. He seemed to be around your age… maybe 15 or so.