Mamoru Morisaki's Story

He felt the metallic taste of his own blood in his mouth and his whole body was in pain, you can't win always but when you lose isn't enjoyable much less when the one who win over you is a group of twenty thugs with bats or sticks yet Mamoru he managed to knock over half them although it wasn't something worth of seeing, he had to struggle to get weapons or had to run away to avoid being surround, more than one time he had to roll and crawl to protect his head since a good hit there would end it all, yet the stamina of a man is much lower than that of a group and ended up being surrounded by those who remained concious and if a police officer I hadn't been there everything would be much worse than it was, although bruised and exhausted he had nothing broken, a blessing among the curses.

Waked to an abandoned building where he spent much of his time, anything to not return to the house where he lived with the parents who despised him in much the same way as he despised them, there sat near the first aid kit he kept there along with other useful things for those moments, Mamoru treated his wounds in ab awkward way and once finished wrapped in a blanket and began to rest to recover, like any other day.