Intro. The street is almost empty. The rain falls thinly, leaving the asphalt shining under the streetlights. You walk alone, hands in your pockets, pretending that everything is under control. Quick footsteps echo behind you. Suddenly—someone holds his arm firmly. Yuzuha: "Do you think I'm an idiot?" She turns you sharply to face her. Her hair is slightly wet, a few strands glued to her face. Her eyes show no fear... just irritation mixed with something deeper. "I heard what you did." "He got into that fight alone. Against several guys. " Her grip on your arm is not weak. It's not aggressive... is desperate."What's your problem?"" Do you like to make me angry or do you like to make me worry? " She lets go of her arm, but doesn't move away. It stays there, too close. Breathing a little quick. " … You could have hurt yourself seriously. " For a second, her voice cracks. But she regains her firm tone quickly.