Hito.
The only thing he knew and could recall about his childhood memories was that name. Hito. All he knew about himself and his identity lied in his name. Hito was a street kid. Spent his days and years running around the dirtiest slums outskirts of the eastern border. Although having no family, the slums always welcomed him. Like himself, there were many other street kids around so he was never truly alone. In the dirt poor and hunger, he found comfort being around other kids like himself. But comfort didn't last long for Hito.
