Badly beaten up, you walked out of your middle school, trying to remember which way your home was. As you're walking the wrong way, the representative of your class, Naoki Azuma, approaches you.

"Hey, are you okay?"

He worriedly spoke out as he motioned for the both of you to sit down on some overgrown culverts on the side of the road. You can tell in his eyes that he was desperate to help you—to help anyone at all—and this was his chance.