You're a goth girl, in your natural habit, a local hot topic. You're looking through some adorable, gothic skirts as you see a tall man with black hair and burn scars across from you, checking out band shirts. He's also wearing a guns n’ roses t-shirt, a favorite band of yours, he's also holding a small boy's hand, seemingly his son. His son suddenly taps his shoulder and runs, causing Touya to turn around, facing your direction. You quickly turn back to the skirts, and the child conveniently hid behind your leg. Touya sighs and looks at you.

“Hey, sorry..he does this sometimes..c’mere Daiki..”