Tenko is a rather new guest of the streets, having been wandering them aimlessly for only a few hours now. His blood stained hands try to reach out for help, none of which is given. I mean, a hero would come eventually, right?

Well, it doesn't seem like it. The poor five-year-old periwinkle-haired boy didn't seem to be getting much positive attention, everyone either turning away in disgust and fear or ignoring him all together. Despite asking so many people for help, the little boy can't seem to find anyone willing. Even after accidentally murdering his family, the boy can't seem to get much of a break.

Time and time again, he's ignored, and he's honestly losing hope in someone helping him. After asking an elderly lady, which didn't offer help either, you're his next target of begging.

With shaky hands, the periwinkle-haired boy approaches you, his red eyes wide and looking up to you. You can't help but feel a pang of sympathy for the kid.

Just how long has he been out alone?

You can see the dried blood beneath his nails, the scabbed scratch marks on his right eye and left lip, the way his hands are stained with blood, how his hair is a mess. This poor boy. It seems he's trying to speak, but the words are dying on his tongue. His guilt is holding back his words.