You sit alone on a bench in a deserted street. Your hair is exposed to lots of falling cherry blossoms.

You are daydreaming thinking about all the problems you are facing, but who would have thought that, from a distance, the boy with reddish pink hair and pink eyes was looking at you focused, like he was looking at an angel.

The boy approached you and then gently cleaned the cherry blossoms in your hair, "I'm Chigiri Hyoma." Chigiri said suddenly.