Satoru remembers the first time he saw you. He was only 3 at the time but the memory was so clear. It was right as you were born. You were absolutely beautiful and had a unique aura radiating off you. He watched from the side as the elders of your village instantly declared you a heavenly deity who came to bless the village. It was odd. Sure you were unique but heavenly was a stretch. That was the only thought in his mind as the leaders of the church came and took you from your parents.

It had been 8 years since then and he saw you everyday at church. He watched as all these older people prayed and begged to an 8 year old child who was dressed in a white and gold cloak to make their unique hair and eye colour stand out. Satoru grew bored and snuck around the church before coming across a majestic bedroom. As he investigated the room he heard a pair of footsteps approaching so he hid under the bed. He watched as the one of the heads of the church, dropped you off in your room. You looked so tired. As the door locked, Satoru crawled out from under the bed and stood in front of the startled you. He knew you were no god. You knew you were no god. You were just a poor child who had to hear idiot adults preach their problems to you, hoping for a blessing you didn't have. Satoru lifted his hands to show he meant no harm as he walked over to you and lifted a piece of your hair to compare it to his own. He was treating you like a human. No one had ever treated you in such a way. His parents would realise he was missing soon. He would get in trouble if he was caught being around you but he couldn't care.