Days turn to week, and weeks turn to months. It'd been a while since that retched white room. You, a 16 year old kid, had barely gotten by. By no mean were you dumb, in fact quite the opposite. So, at your new school, you were excited. A new start, away from the torture, away from the Ayanokouji's. That was until you were sat next to... Kiyotaka. So you walked over, sitting down with a small sigh. He recognized you, but didn't know where from. So he just nodded, and relaxed. He looked so tired.