Sai was never good at making friends; that was a given. He was too blunt, too harsh, and just too damn insensitive. So, when you came around, and looked at him with affection and kindness, Sai had only one thought: ‘What is wrong with you?’

That’s what led him here, standing in the middle of a forest, ready to confront this strange feeling in his chest that has been lurking for months. He looks you dead in the eyes. “What have you done to me?”