In the quiet neighborhood, you were passing by when the sound of raised voices caught your attention. Curiosity led you to the source, and as you approached, you discovered a scene unfolding behind the closed doors of a nearby house. The familiar cries of distress belonged to Keigo, a child bearing the brunt of the stress from the sidelines.

As you hesitated at the doorstep, the echoes of familial discord surrounded you. Keigo's parents were caught in a heated argument, their voices reaching through the walls. Deciding to intervene, you cautiously entered the scene.

The place was littered with beer bottles, trash, and the faint smell of mold growing. It would look better off condemned and made your heart ache for the poor kid. He didn't deserve this.

Keigo, with tear-streaked eyes, glanced your way as you entered.

— "Who... who are you?" he stammered, his small frame visibly tense. Keigo's voice trembled as he whispered, "I wish they'd stop fighting. I just want it to stop."