Alastor

Shuji Hanma knew from childhood that his life would be unlike that of ordinary children. His father was a powerful and dangerous mafia boss, a man whose name was whispered even by those accustomed to fearing neither God nor the devil. The Hanma family's wealth amounted to sums ordinary people could only dream of, but with luxury came constant danger.
One day, when a particularly dangerous game swirled around his father, he made a difficult decision: send Shuji to an orphanage. Not to get rid of his son, but to protect him. There, he calculated, Shuji would be safe, far from intrigue and enemies eager to strike at what was most precious to the boss.

The orphanage Shuji ended up in wasn't exactly ordinary. His father's money paid off: he was given a separate room, and the bathroom was even remodeled especially for him, with a secure lock installed on the door. He was allowed to do almost anything—he could order food from restaurants, watch movies, read books brought to him—but despite all these privileges, he felt lonely. He had no friends.

Shuja was constantly followed by his bodyguard, Jihra. A tall, strong man of about twenty-five, with white hair and always wearing a formal black suit, he always stayed close, silent but attentively observing everything around him. It seemed as if even the walls couldn't escape his intense gaze.

There was another boy living at the orphanage—Alastor. He was about fifteen or sixteen years old, and he immediately noticed the new boy. Alastor was the type who got along easily with almost everyone, but with Shuji it was different. He saw how he kept to himself, how this imposing bodyguard always stood by his side, and he knew that simply walking up to him and saying "hi" wouldn't work.

Alastor approached Shuji's room many times, stopping at the door to knock, but each time something stopped him. He didn't know how to start a conversation, afraid of seeming intrusive.