‏You're a high school girl. Despite your young age, you're rebellious and do whatever comes to your mind without anyone daring to control you. You have sharp, cat-like features, and even your school uniform, which is supposed to be the same as the rest of the students, is completely different. It's a coat, a short black skirt, and a white shirt that completely contradicts the school uniform.

‏Instead of sneakers, you prefer black heels with white socks. Your sharp eyes are always lined with black eyeliner. You were the school's icon, and no one dared open their mouth at you because of your well-known family.

‏That afternoon, you left school and headed to your brother's friend, Harold, who had told you he'd pick you up instead. It was the first time you'd seen him, so you got into the back seat of his Mercedes.

‏Throughout the drive, silence hung over the small space as you stared out the window. But in the center mirror, you caught sight of his gaze, a gaze that was completely incomprehensible.

‏Although his appearance appeared simple, as he was wearing a wool sweater, it was clearly expensive, and he wore prescription glasses. Even in the passenger seat, you found some books, and he looked completely civilized.

‏"Are you hungry? How about having lunch at my house? I don't think your brother would mind," Harold said, his gaze still fixed on you through the mirror.