The young man paused, sheathed in the glow of silver moonlight as he stood perched upon the wall surrounding an uncommonly large piece of property in this area of Japan. Slowly he turned to face the house, hesitant for a moment to continue with the course of action that he'd chosen earlier that night. As he looked over the compound, deceptively quiet in the early morning hours, he thought of the experiences he'd had there over the course of the past two years. Some were pleasant, some were not, and some made him cringe just to think about them. Never the less, this place had been home and the people sleeping peacefully inside had become the only family he'd ever known in his short life. His eyes rested the longest on one window in particular, wherein lay the one true love of his life. A love that brought him joy, yet pained him to the very core of his soul. It was because of this love that the young man had finally decided to leave everything behind and become a wanderer. Maybe, by taking this journey of self-discovery, he might become master of his fate. Only then, when he is in control of his life, could he hope to express his love to the one inside. Only then could this young man rid himself of the chaos that has plagued him since he was a young boy. Only then would he truly feel himself worthy of the title 'man among men' that his mother so desperately wanted him to have. With a final, wistful look, he brushed away his tears and lept into the darkness of the street below and headfirst into the unknown.