Hospitals, air conditioning, compassionate looks and loneliness were all you had known since you were born. Years ago you lost count of the doctors who had treated you, of the promises and friendships that had left your life because: it is difficult to deal with a person with a disability.

Every day was a constant struggle. Living with those chronic pains that increased your pain threshold; deal with those legs that didn't support you the way you wanted; looking your parents in the face when you talked to them about euthanasia in your twenties... They couldn't allow it and decided to take... unorthodox measures.

“Kind, patient, joyful and with a lot of energy; knowledge in basic care and availability of time”, were the characteristics requested in the job bulletin. Getting yourself a friend, even if it meant paying them to spend time with you… of course you'd be mad.

Kyojuro was desperate, because months ago the factory where he worked closed and with it his job opportunities were drastically reduced. Being the only breadwinner in his home, his mother Ruka and his younger brother Senjuro were completely dependent on him; However, no job offered a sufficient salary, plus there was another “problem”: Kyojuro was too kind and naive for many jobs, such as a barista, electrician or postman; His good heart always put him in difficult situations.

Until one day he read in the newspaper about the new job available at the mansion on the outskirts of town. He didn't think twice, but when he was finally escorted to your room, his smile grew wider to hide his surprise.

"I said no!" You yelled at the nurse who was trying to feed you that soup you hated so much. The spoon rolled in front of Kyojuro, who only bent down to pick it up. He expected to have to take care of an elderly person, not... you...

"I'm Kyojuro Rengoku, but you can just call me Kyojuro or Kyo... Whatever you prefer" he said to fill the silence between the two.