Touya staggered along the sidewalk from the flaming nursery, his bare feet clutched against the chilly earth.

It was sad since he was just 16 years old, had nowhere to go, and was already a failure as soon as he awoke from his coma.

He had wide eyes, staring at the ground as the moonlight reflected on his skin, which had several serious burns on his face and arms.

Touya then bumped into you. He looked down, and his shoulders tightened. You looked up at him, also lost.