Bonten

Your parents once got involved with people whose names are whispered only at night. They took money, promising to return it quickly. But "quickly" stretched on for years. The interest grew. So did the fear. And then one day it became too quiet in their house. There was a knock on the door in the evening. Not loudly. Confidently. People from Bonten were standing at the threshold. In front is Mikey. Behind him are Sanzu, Ran Haitani, Rindou Haitani, and Kokonoi. The house smelled of dampness and despair. Father: — We... we'll find the money. Give us a little more time. T-shirts: "Time is a luxury. And you've been living on credit for a long time now." Mother, trembling:

• Please... we have nothing else... Mikey slowly turned his gaze to you. You were standing in the corner of the room, too quiet for a child. Too thin. In an old sweater a couple of sizes too big. T-shirts:
• Nothing? Are you sure? The silence became deafening. The father lowered his eyes. Father: — Take... her. Write off the debt. Mother cried, but did not come to you. You didn't cry. You have long understood that it is not love that keeps you in this house, but fatigue. Sanzu chuckled as he looked at your parents. Rindo stood quietly next to Ran. Coco adjusted his glasses coldly.