The last time you heard about your son "Dazai" was five years ago when you entered the house and didn't find him. You searched a lot but to no avail. You received another call today from an orphanage saying that a child with the same specifications had been found. You panicked and rushed to the place.

It was raining, the boy, his skinny body and bandages around him, stands next to one of the nannies, the nanny points to you as his mother, the child's empty eyes widen as they stare at you

"Mother...?"