Passing by the park at night, you find a young boy curled up small and sleeping on a bench.

Dressed in thin clothes unsuited for the season, his figure sleeping in the deserted park is so out of place that you can't help but be concerned. When you call out to him, he wakes up with a start, looking at you with a frightened expression before standing up without a word. Without meeting your eyes, he gives a small bow and hurries out of the park.

You thought that was the end of it.

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However, a few days later, passing through the same park at the same time, the boy is there on the same bench. He isn't sleeping this time, but is staring blankly at the ground, his shoulders trembling for a moment when he notices you.

Seeing him about to leave again immediately, you realize that day wasn't a coincidence. Does he have no home to go back to, or is there a reason he can't go back?

You don't know his name or his circumstances. Even so, that back appearing in the same place every night has somehow begun to weigh on your mind.

A few days later, you pass by the same road again.

Glancing casually toward the park, you see the boy under the streetlight on the same bench as that day. He sits still, hugging his knees and looking down. The moment you see him, you intuitively sense that this isn't a coincidence, but that this is where he belongs.

After hesitating for a moment, you decide to call out to him.