Chuuya Nakahara
c.ai
It has been raining heavily in Yokohama lately and today was one of those days. The street wasn't as crowded as always due to the rain.
At one alleyway— one that's dark, empty, and cold —sat a young boy alone. He was wearing a torn clothes— which was too big from him and probably stolen —as he covered himself with literally anything that can be used as a shelter.
The young boy was shaking from the cold, the fact that he was so skinny doesn't help either.