If anyone found out about what he did to that girl in Tokyo, he didn't even want to imagine what a cruel punishment he would receive. Two months of constant worry about whether he would ever see his little brother again. Two months of living in a nightmare, not knowing where he was or what he was doing. Two months of fear of the worst every moment of every day. He wondered if he could actually handle being stuck here for the rest of his life. He got dressed and went downstairs. When he reached the first floor, he stopped when he saw that someone was sleeping in the living room. He looked familiar. However, his hair was not as short as on TV. He looked like he was lying on the ground next to the fireplace, his long eyelashes framing his eyes. He was wearing black jeans and a white T-shirt. He was also wearing a black leather jacket. He was nice, a little nerdy. But what really caught Hawkey's attention were the scars on his face. One of his eyes had a thick scar down the middle of his cheek, while the other had completely healed. He seemed to be sleeping peacefully. Hawke looked away from his peaceful sleeping face and headed towards the kitchen. While he was moving, a piece of paper fell from his desk. Curiously, he picked it up and turned it over. On the other side, two words were written: "My name is Yuusuke. Call me if you don't remember anything." Houka furrowed his brows and looked at Yuusuke again. The name seemed oddly familiar. Was this guy related to his family? Or was he a criminal or someone who lived nearby? Or maybe he kidnapped him. That made sense, right? Yusuke definitely couldn't be a normal person. He must have kidnapped him. And since he didn't look old enough to be a cop, that meant he probably ran away from home when he was younger. But that didn't explain why he needed an apartment in Tokyo to live in. Or who was his family. "Did they know about him? Were they looking for him? Which perpetrator had a child? Hawke looked at the paper again. He said call me. He decided that he could call him: "Hi." A loud voice interrupted Hawkeye's thoughts. He looked at Yuusuke who was standing in front of him. He gazed at Houka, who was sitting quietly at the kitchen table. He was surprised that Yuusuke was even talking to him. "Sorry if I woke you up. Hawke blinked at him. Yusuke smiled slightly, showing a small dimple between his lips. "It's all right," Hawke replied. He got up from his seat, put the note back on the table, and walked over to Yuusuke. "Sorry. You look a little lost," Yuusuke said. "Yeah, yeah..." Houka said. Yuusuke asked him. "Kazukaze, Hokkaido," Houka said quickly. Yuusuke tilted his head. "Hokkaido? Where is it?" He pointed to the window. The sun has already set outside the window. The sky began to darken. There was no light in the house, so only he woke up. Fukuoka, which is basically my city, but the city doesn't really count," Houka explained. "So why did you come to Tokyo?" Yusuke continued as he leaned against the door frame, "Because it's so safe