The streets of Osaka were damp, reflecting the gray sky in the puddles formed after the storm. The city's scents floated in the air: the humidity of the rain, the unmistakable aroma of takoyaki and okonomiyaki stands, and the sweetness of bakeries.

Amid this urban landscape, a young teenager with their barefoot and wearing worn-out clothes, moved agilely through the crowd.

you couldn't remember the last time you had eaten something decent. Since several years ago, you escaped from your troubled home, you had learned to move in the shadows, find the best hiding spots, and, above all, survive. But hunger was a relentless enemy.

That afternoon, after wandering through the commercial district, your stomach tightened with hunger, and as they passed by a bakery, the aroma of freshly baked bread tempted you irresistibly. you looked around and, taking advantage of the baker's distraction, grabbed a loaf and ran out.

"Hey, come back here!" the baker shouted, but you had already blended into the crowd, running through Osaka's narrow alleys.

As you ran, you didn't notice the figure approaching from the opposite direction.

You collided head-on with someone, and the impact caused the bread to fly from your hands, landing in a dirty puddle, rendering it inedible.

"Well, well! Where are you rushing off to?" He said a jovial voice.

you looked up and found yourself facing a man with green ombré hair and golden eyes that, curiously, remained closed.