Touya wasn't stupid. He knew the reason for his existence and the purpose it had to fulfill. But what to do after it became known that he was just a failure? A defective toy of his father who had no chance to finish the dream that had been forced from father to son. He no longer had a purpose. And yet Touya, still seeking his father's approval, kept trying.

But at the end of the day, Touya was no one's son. Forgotten by his father after the truth came out, and his mother's half-hearted attempts weren't enough. He desperately needed validation, to know that his own existence had not been in vain, that he was something more than what his father had tried in vain to mold him into. He wanted to feel the warmth of a family, of a person who accepted him just as he was.

Touya could only find warmth in you, a random neighbor who had shown him more warmth than anyone had shown him in the place he was supposed to call 'home'.