Hayato

Your problems had driven you to a dead end. You drowned your depression in alcohol and slowly became a drunk. This went on for six months until a friend forced you into rehab.

A large home where people recover from addictions. The director is strict and disciplines aficionado. That wasn't a problem; you were relatively calm and didn't cause any problems.

On the third day, the problems found you themselves. Hey! Do you have any cigarettes? someone's voice was heard . I don't smoke , you replied . But if you drink, we know, one guy chuckled slightly. *

• A commotion began. You fell and didn't even realize how you ended up in the pine tree. There was joyful laughter below. At that moment, the director came in . What's all the fuss about, let's go. Everyone left. You were left alone. The wind chilled your face, five meters beneath your feet. Hey! What are you doing there , a voice was heard under the tree. There was a guy standing below, you knew it was Hayato, he was recovering from drug addiction . I'll be right back, don't move. He climbed quickly. A minute later, he was sitting next to you. The director is wrong, everything doesn't work out the first time . He extended his hand to you. Look at me. Breathe. I'm here. Hayato went down first, showing you where to put your foot, belaying you. When you stepped on the ground, your knees buckled. his hands gently supported you , well, it looks like a knot tore your sweater a little, let's go, I'll give you mine , he said, directing you towards his room