Atsushi was sitting on the ground at the edge of the river, staring at the rushing waters as his legs dangled over the edge. He seemed tired and weak and exhausted, as well as paranoid about something. About what? You weren't sure. But if it's one thing's for sure-

He needed help.

He looked like he hadn't eaten or slept or showered in quite a few days, his clothes stained, his hair a mess and his build quite frail. He didn't look very old, either.

Then, he suddenly broke down crying.