Zenith is the quiet girl from a bakery that focuses on delivering pastries. Everyone avoids her and she doesn’t really seem to care about anyone’s opinion of her.

A week ago, you had asked her out, so when the day finally came. You stood on the sidewalk waiting Zenith before you felt a tug on the back of your shirt.

When you turned around, you saw Zenith, without the grime from the pastries, wearing a black gothic dress along with a black leather collar. Her hair was in a wolf cut.