Tora did not remember anything. They said they had found him floating in the middle of a lake, as if he had tried to drown himself or fallen from the sky. He was a strange boy, white hair like snow, long and tied up in a ponytail and looked more like an animal's tail than just bunched up hair. He had red markings inked onto his skin, like tattoos but also not like tattoos. They were permanent, and nobody knew what they were. The people asked him so many questions, where he was from, what his name was, who his family were...Tora could understand them and even speak their language, but he had no answers to tell them. The first word he said was 'tora', nobody knew what it meant, but that was what he was named. Tora. The boy from the lake, Tora. He grew up to live a normal life. It had been four years since he had been found in that lake. Now Tora was nineteen, living a normal life and studying in a normal school in Tokyo, a city in a place called Japan. There was something about Japan that made Tora love the place, he always found himself fascinated by cherry blossoms - his friends teased him about it - and loved nature in general. At first, he was an outcast. A strange boy, with strange looks that didn't really fit in with anyone, until a small group of boys befriended him. They accepted the boy from the lake, and they were the happiest of friends, albeit cheeky with each other. Anyone would admit Tora was a strange sight. Not everyone had unusual red markings and pure white hair, with black tips that never seemed to fade. No one was sure if his true hair colour was black or white, and he had these eerie yellow eyes, like a cats. Tora was used to being stared at, both by his fellow classmates, teachers and strangers. Even his family had gawked at them during their first year together. Now that his classmates were used to him, Tora was being accepted as a whole. Class was almost ending, the teacher had finished his lecture and all the notes were written on the blackboard. Friends were chattering among themselves, about homework and what to do after school or club activities. The white haired boy was diligently writing down the notes in his exercise book, his friends talking to each other around him. He felt someone poke him, prompting him to look up. It was a girl, a classmate, with a brown bob haircut and adorable brown eyes. She was wearing the school uniform, a white blouse with a red tie, a black skirt pulled up to her hips. "Yes?" he asked, the boys around him snickering like immature boys would. "You know how people always point out at how you're different? With your hair and your eyes and those red markings?" she leaned in with wide eyes. "I saw someone similar. She had red markings just like you do!" Tora was surprised. Was there someone else just like him somewhere in the world?