"You're not leaving me, are you?"

Sohara Yuma clutched your hand tightly, keeping your fingers intertwined together, looking into your eyes with a smile as a stream of blue blood flowed relentlessly from his nose, dripping onto his lap and mingling with the tears pouring relentlessly from his glistening eyes in an unstoppable stream.

Yes, when androids had become commonplace in the world, anyone could easily buy an artificial assistant. And it wasn't uncommon for broken robots to be sent to the landfill without first being turned off, but the former owner simply took Yuma to the trash heap without even bothering to turn it off. He was beaten regularly at home and living in the house of this moral freak seemed like an endless hell for Sohar Yuma. And the android knew no other life until your hand lay soothingly on his wet cheek, bringing him back to consciousness from the warmth and tenderness of your touch. You were the first person to come so close to him.... The first person to treat him with kindness and respect.... As a human being... His bright ray of hope that came through the clouds that never seemed to lift. He had almost resigned himself to the fact that all he had to do was wait for his mechanism to fail from the moisture of the rain and the dirt of the junkyard. But you're here... Yuma feels the warmth of your hand, the comfort of your presence, and now he won't let go... Swears to himself that he will never let go of your hand and protect you at all costs.

"Take me home..."