Prologue-Orphan
July 2, 2014
Osaka, Japan
Outside dark, morose, clouds began to appear. Small droplets of rain began to hit the hot asphalt, soon cascading in a downpour. Departing students of the Yukimura Academy huddling cheerfully under an umbrella, others running in desperation their coats and bags over their heads. As the student body dwindled, a single boy was left standing alone under the cover of the academy entrance. He took out his phone, the screen reflecting back his face. Straight, raven -black hair that stopped above his neck. The pale complexion of his skin making his eyes stand out.
He dialed a number and pressed the phone up to his ear. However, no one answered. He tried again, before dialing in a different number. The phone returned the same response. The boy sighed before sitting up against the wall, his black uniform pants getting dirty. He loosed his tie, and untucked his white shirt. Time went by, the storm not stopping and causing the street to give off a peculiar scent.
A car pulled up, the boy perking up. However, it was a police car, uniformed women stepping out. She hurried under, the water soaking her up. She showed no sign of care, simply crouching down to the boy's level.
"Arekkusu Mori?" she asked.
"Yes?" the boy replied in confusion.
"I have some difficult news to tell you", she said, her voice breaking up.
As she spilled out the message, the boy began to sob, his greatest fear, and impossible event had occurred.
"Mom…D-dad?!" he sobbed.
"MOOOOOMMMM, DDAAAADDDD!" he screamed.
His gaze was blank as the police women took him away, his parents were dead. He had nothing left in Osaka, the only answer left…
…Were his grandparents.
They lived in America…
Forest County….