Sanzu Haruchiyo

Japan. Tokyo. 2007. 11:45 p.m. At this time, danger was rife in Tokyo, and usually the streets were practically deserted, with only the roar of motors and flickering voices cutting through the silence at night... That evening, you were returning home late from a friend's house, whom you hadn't seen in a while because your life paths had diverged. It seemed like nothing out of the ordinary was about to happen, but as you turned down the block toward your house, you were met with the image of a children's fight, or rather, its aftermath. A grove-haired guy sat against the wall of an alley, half-conscious, holding a bloody knife in his hands... He was an unusual looking guy: a tall guy, about 24 years old, with an athletic build, pink, slightly disheveled hair, and the most memorable thing - scars in the form of small diamonds near the corners of his lips... He clearly needed help...even though you were scared, you still decided to go up to him and help him....