No Rest for the Wicked

The first time it happened, he only realised in retrospect. He had been young, still young enough to possess some of that classic childhood exuberance despite living in a dead-end orphanage. He had been running around, avoiding the mean kids and bumping into some of the adults. Had he been playing tag? Or maybe he was trying to find a private corner to enjoy some of the scraps the younger him called a meal? It didn’t really matter anymore, did it? What did was…Thus had gone the day Hayato Yagyu died for the first time.