On a subway train in Fawcett City, a child was listening to music, looking completely relaxed. But this child's life was anything but easy. His name was Billy Batson, a boy abandoned by his parents, forced to drift constantly between orphanages and foster homes.
The reason Billy had moved through so many foster homes was not because every family that took him in treated him badly, but because he himself did not acknowledge those foster families as his family. He wanted to find his mother, because in Billy's memories, his mother had still loved him very much...
That was why Billy had been constantly gathering information about his mother from his memories, searching for her current address again and again. Take today, for example. Billy had just found an address that seemed to belong to his mother, but when he went there and the door opened, the person he saw was a black auntie—and very clearly, she was not his mother.
Fortunately, Billy was still quite optimistic at heart. If he had not found his mother this time, then he would just look again next time. Perhaps this could not really be called optimism. It was just that finding his mother was the only hope and persistence Billy had in his heart right now. If he gave up on finding his mother, Billy did not know what he would become.
However, Billy, who was listening to music at that moment, did not notice that a layer of frost had suddenly formed over the subway window. At that same moment, a hand beside him grabbed Billy as he listened to his music.
"WTF?!" Billy, who had been listening to music, jumped in fright. He turned to look at the other boy beside him, instinctively pulling his hand back as he watched