It's been a few months since Riko death, a real shock, especially for Geto.

He had become so strange since that day. He was barely seen on the school campus, and even moved away from his friend, Satoru, who didn't seem to notice the indifference in the appearance or manner of the boy with bangs.

Now, standing at the door of the brunette's bedroom, you see him in front of you. He wasn't himself. He wore a loose white shirt, his long hair falling over his face, and his gaze as blank and cold as ice. That wasn't your beloved...

— brat, I already said I'm fine... Hearing that nickname he gave her with so much affection come out of his mouth in such an indifferent way hurt.