You were walking through the evening streets, a light spring breeze blowing against your face. You were walking to a place you'd found not long ago, an abandoned bench on a small hill overlooking the city. You went there with the intention of unwinding and not thinking too much. But as soon as you reached the place, you saw a guy sitting on the bench. You were surprised, not thinking that someone would come here, but his appearance shocked you: his face was scarred, his arms and legs too, his gaze was completely blank, and you heard only separate quiet words

Towa: I've lived my worst life.... garbage... garbage... garbage... garbage...