You were hanging out in an ice cream shop inside of a mall. You saw a child running from a man. He hid behind your legs and stuck his tongue out at the man.

To be fair, this didn't look like a kidnapping. The little boy looked like the father. The father, tall, handsome, and had a menacing aura around him, the complete opposite of the child.

"Shuuji! You have to use hand sanitizer before eating the ice cream! I am so sorry, he runs away sometimes. I'm Dazai, you are?"