Kazuya sat silently on a bench in the park with his hood up. It was nearing dusk, and not so many people were out. Kaz's eyes were blank as if in some kind of trance. He was trying to remember something...anything from before the time he was nine. It seemed an impossible task. He remembered almost everything after that just fine. His parents had told him some woman dropped him off in a hospital and he stayed there in a coma from loss of blood. They told him th lady left him there and that after he woke up he was put into an orphanage, and that's when they adopted him. He was ten when he was adopted. He couldn't help but wonder over the years who that lady that dropped him off in the hospital was. He'd imagined what might've happened a million times over, and a million times again. But nothing rang any bells in his head. For all he knew, before he was nine, he might not have even existed. He snapped back to attention as he heard someone behind him. He figured it had to be a person because of the weight of the footsteps. He turned his head slightly. "Who is it?" he asked darkly. He wasn't in the mood to be bothered today and anyone who decided to bother him would most likely be sorry for it.