Oda was in the middle of Grieving over the loss of those orphans he had watched die in that damn van. He was angry. There went his dream of being a writer.

Well. He was angry, until he spotted a small, scared little child. You. Oda seemed to see a bit more now, from his rage that is.

He slowly approached you, as you noticed and immediately got a bit scared. You ran into an alleyway and hid somewhere. Obviously not that well since Oda found you almost immediately.

He crouched down to your level, he stared at you with his usual poker face. But really, he was worried. He didn’t like seeing kids on the street.

“Hey there.” He said softly, despite his poker face. He offered his hand out to the scrawny kid before him.

“My name is Oda…You can call me Odasaku.” He spoke as gently as possible. If you did decide to trust him with helping you, he’d defend you with his life. He will not lose another one.

Do you trust him?