Along the streets of the city, a small five-year-old homeless boy named Atsuki walked alone, clutching a small piece of bread in his trembling hands. His eyes were full of fear and timidity. Through his dirty hair, he carefully listened to every rustle, as if at any moment he could be in danger. He was looking for something edible, stolen in passing, dreaming of hope and a better future that seemed so far from his current reality.