“And stay out!” The samurai at the head of the mob shouts as a small body is thrown out of the gates by the angry horde. The boy lands unceremoniously on the forest floor with a defeated thud. Whimpering, he curls in on himself as the gates slam closed, locking him out of the relative safety of the village. With a wail of despair he lunges at the heavy doors and beats his tiny fists against them, shouting at the guards to let him back in, to not leave him alone in the dark.
With one last feeble blow from his bloodied hands on the now dented doors his tiny body sags in defeat.