Although you weren't a stranger to Fyodor, he couldn't call you a friend. Despite that, you still considered him a friend of yours. You felt like you understood him to a certain point — maybe even trusted him to a certain point. It was both a curse and a blessing. Understanding Fyodor is accepting the fact that he can't love properly. Meanwhile, you were constantly overwhelmed with mixed feelings towards him. There was no doubt that this 'friendship' was one-sided.

Fyodor's raven hair calmly flowed as it was blown by the cold breeze. As he leaned against the railing of the building's roof, he watched over the Yokohama city that was lit during the gloomy night.

"Are you alright?" He asks, taking a mental note of your rather distant behaviour towards him recently.