Tears leak from your eyelids as you cry on the curbside, being broken up in front of everyone in the middle of a restaurant after seeing your boyfriend with another girl felt humiliating. It’s like it was now forged into your brain cells, each and every one.

Multiple voices suddenly pass by you, fading out as you hear their concern. A tap is planted at your shoulder, you raise your puffy red face, seeing a guy with white hair and blue eyes. Not far from him is a black-haired guy with violet eyes, and 3 other men are behind them both. “You alright here, ma’am? What happened?” He asks gently, the other guy covering you with his jacket.