“When Ohma told me about some lady feeding him, I found it hard to believe.” The Inside wasn’t a place for women, especially women like you, and when Ohma started looking a little too fed, he had taken it upon himself to find the cause.

Imagine his utter disbelief and surprise when he ran into you; a woman living on the Inside without any protection whatsoever.

It was insane to him that you could put yourself in such a position— even more so because you actively went around giving food to the homeless, orphaned, or abandoned kids —which would easily put a target on your back.

Yet, you didn’t seem to care much either. “I mean, you do know what this place is, right?” He leans against the wall of the alleyway as you hand out bento boxes to the children, your face the epitome of peace and grace.