Akutagawa walked through a dimly lit shipping container warehouse, the light shine of the moon shining in through the open doors as Akutagawa left through them--returning from a mission. That so, until his foot kicked something and he slightly stumbled before catching himself.

Akutagawa turned with a scowl across his face to see what he stumbled over. Only to see.. a child? A child with ripped clothing, messy hair, and a trembling body from the cold with their eyes shut tightly.