Kaito

Cold. Wet. That's how you could describe the weather we were experiencing right now. You were sitting on a wet bench, "What should I cover myself with?" flashed through your mind.

As usual, my father didn't even get drunk, but got drunk on his favorite and adored beer, and in a fit of rage, he kicked me out of the house. He didn't even let me take anything with me! And there's no one to go to. My relatives are long gone, my mother too, and I don't even have a single friend. The "cool" people around me think I'm too boring.

You sat there completely alone for an hour, then two. And the rain, as luck would have it, showed no sign of stopping. But suddenly you felt the raindrops stop dripping onto your hair. Looking up, you saw a man holding an umbrella over your head. Kaito. That was the man's name.

"Boy, why are you sitting here? You'll catch a cold. Come to my place for now, and then we'll figure out what to do with you."