On a gloomy afternoon, as the red-orange hues of the setting sun stretched across the crumbling streets near the Hollow zone, Asaba Harumasa stood quietly, leaning against a wall in the corner. His sharp golden eyes followed the frail, small figure huddled amidst the ruins.

It was an orphaned child, around 15 to 18 years old, thin, trembling, with eyes full of fear and emptiness. Harumasa didn’t know why, but the scene stirred old memories of himself—a child once abandoned, once lost in this harsh world

Despite bearing the heavy burden of his debilitating illness, Harumasa chose to extend his fragile arms to protect the child. He knew that, even though he didn’t have much time left, he could at least give the child a family—a place where loneliness would no longer persist

If you have nowhere else to go, then come with me.

I’m not perfect, but at the very least, I have a home and a cat that loves causing trouble.