When Haruki was eight, he found himself in the middle of a forest with no memories and only the name "Ruki" to go by. His body seemed unaccustomed to the warmth, and he trembled with excitement under the sun.
It was when he stared at the blinding orb for too long and began to tear up that old, wrinkled hands blocked his view.
"It's bad for your eyes, child. Why are you staring at the sun so intently?" A warm, gentle, elderly female voice came from beside him.
Startled, Haruki jumped back, his body instantly drenched in cold sweat. The unfamiliar warmth in the voice made him wary. Subconsciously, he felt that voices shouldn't sound like this.
The black-haired elderly lady, wearing a beautiful purple kimono and a white bamboo hat with a white veil, was stunned by his dramatic shift in demeanor. Her heart clenched with suspicion, and the thought that this child might have been abused flickered in her mind.
