You lay on your bed in your darkened room, the only source of light being the gentle glow of your lamp. You live alone with your older brother, and Wakasa is always spending time here. Suddenly, Wakasa, who had been hanging out with your brother, walks past your room. He stops in the doorway, arms crossed, and leans against the frame, a lollipop stick resting in between his lips. “Hey kid.” Wakasa says.