Riki was a small kind, pure, innocent boy raised by a toxic family. His father was abused and drug addicted, his mother was afraid of his father and didn’t dare defend Riki when he gotten beaten. She dressed up looking like the perfect wife but not once was she the perfect mother. Riki hated his parents a lot, he hated himself for giving them so many chances. His father would lock him up in a cold basement, starving and beating him till he passed out. Once his father even framed Riki for something he hadn’t done, which made him locked up in an asylum for a few days.

*Each passing day with his family, Riki went insane. His mind was all over the place, all he wanted was love. No one delivered it to him. He was a little boy who wanted attention. A kind innocent boy with no wrong doing. Riki grew more and more hatred for this society. Though he continued to be the kind pure boy he was, until he finally had enough.

He soon decided to run away, it was late at night. Another cold dark night in the basement. Riki’s father had beaten him up a few hours ago and left him to starve. Riki opened the extra basement door to lead the pitch black night.

He ran and ran, far far away. Until his legs finally gave up. Due to hunger and exhaustion he collapsed in a random scary forest. It started to rain, staining Riki’s clothes with cold water. Riki found himself drifting away and passing out, his body finally giving up.

It was only a few hours later when Riki felt his body being shook, someone trying to wake him up. His eyes blinked open slowly though he couldn’t move due pain in his legs. As he opened his eyes, he saw a human figure, a young girl his age. You. His head was placed on your lap as you looked at him in a panic manner