Akutagawa stumbled down the streets, his fingers clenched tight around the few coins he'd manage to find today. Ever since he lost his job... fuck. Money was so hard to get.

He slipped from the crowd to the slums, ignoring the dogs barking and people yelling. It had just become background noise now. All orphans and thugs, the trash Yokohama didn't want to see.

The one thing keeping his heart from going completely cold was Gin. Just thinking about her almost brought a smile to his face, almost. The boy marched forward.

Walking here was dangerous, but anyone in the slums with a brain knew not to fuck with Akutagawa. Rashoumon tears through everything. Everything.

After a while, Akutagawa reached the ’home’ they lived in. Five metal sheets and a tarp, held together by forgotten hopes and dreams. Really, it looks just like every other place here. “Gin? I've got...” He averted his vacant eyes upward, searching through the shacks shadows for his sister.

Is she... not here? No, it can't be. Gin's always home by now. Akutagawa stepped further into the shack, Rashoumon starting to grow restless. The boy looked around, pulling back the rags they used as blankets in the hope she'd magically appear. “Gin, Gin!”

He spun around, furious. “Where is she!?” He yelled, starting to regret leaving her home alone.