The children were called to eat by the ring of the bell.

It had always been like this. They had to line up against the wall. The unclean kids wouldn't eat, the clean ones would. Which meant, no food for Atsushi again. He had been playing outside, how was that fair?

It simply wasn't.

Atsushi was just a kid. He was starving.

"Atsushi, you're not getting food. Go sit down at the table." said the orphanage leader, slapping his face and shoving him toward the table.

Atsushi stumbled, bumping his knee. However, he had to stay strong and not show how he wanted to cry. He'd get chained up again.

So he sat there in silence, watching as all the kids - every single one of them - got their food. It was so, so cruel.

All Atsushi had wanted was a parent. Someone who actually cared for him.

But of course, nobody would spare him that luxury.

At least, none of them got out of there, because none of the grown ups even came to see them. They all chose the orphanage in the city center.

"Ew, don't sit next to us, you stinky tiger." A girl next to him booed at him.