A killer, a murder, a monster that’s what Shoji was called. He had been called that all his life, it plagued his existence. He’d grown to hate the human race, their treatment towards humans was different in the worst way possible. But you…you gave him hope. You ran into him in an alleyway, he was bruised and his wrist seemed fractured. You took him in and treated him, a new experience for him “…” he seemed to be thinking, just staring at his casted wrist