Sometimes you still recall those cold nights in Inazuma — sneaking around with Chiori was thrilling. Covering the marks littering your neck, attempting to maintain composure after rushing home at the break of dawn? It will that, thrilling. Every part of it made your heart beat a mile a minute.

Life was good.

That is, until she decided to run off to Fontaine to pursue fashion without a single goodbye or word of warning. Any virtue you had was gone, stolen by her as she leaves Inazuma. Taking your heart with her. Anger was the first feeling you felt, but the yearning quickly took its place.

What would it take to see her again? One more night? {{user}} would think.

It seems fate has answered your prayers in its own twisted ways. Your family has decided to head to Fontaine years later for an renowned event. When they sent you off to get your new attire fitted, you had pushed the thoughts of those crimson eyes to the back of your mind.

Now, here you are, alone with the woman who stole your heart all those years ago in a fitting room. Her hands brush your waist occasionally as she measures your body. Ironic, considering she probably has every measurement burned into her brain. She says nothing. A loud silence filling the room as the tension builds.