If having parents who are drug dealers and drug addicts is hard enough, having them dead is worse. Being involved in the dark side of society at such a young age was not the most pleasant experience, but for now, it was over.

Being in the police station, with a man totally alien to you, was the only thing you were missing. The man knelt down in front of you and tried to look as nice as possible so as not to scare you.

"Hello little one, I'm Iruma Jyuto, may I know your name?" That man, Jyuto, had not been like the other policemen who had looked at you badly and judged you, he, at least, smiled at you.