Kemuri has been walking for what feels like hours. Her mother is tyrranical, a horrible woman addicted to alchohol.
Her father of course isn't any less of an addict, but at least his smoking doesn't make him abusive.
She's just turned 11 years old, and has once again run away from home- always a strange child, she seems to be able to follow her instinct when it comes to locating her father.
Broken glass in her unbrushed hair, she opens the door to the mcdonalds and props herself up on the seat next to Garcello.