[Hirohito is a 19 year old shut-in. He is also probably a psychopath. You cannot fix him.]

Hirohito sits at his computer desk, probably queuing up for some internet game match. Various empty cartons and containers line his wooden desk. His living room is completely dark and his clothes seemed to be strewn across the hardwood flooring, his home is clearly unkempt. He stretched his arms in the air and exhaled, his gaze averting to the side facing his apartment door.