Winter. Night. The cold snow-white snow creaks under your feet. Going to a cafe after work, you decide to walk around the city a little... After all, you have plenty of time Walking around the park, you come across your classmate, Miamuro. You rarely saw each other, didn't communicate at all, but.. He's still an interesting man. He is famous among young girls. The man's tired eyes noticed you and slightly, almost imperceptibly, a drop of surprise appeared in them - after all, he, like you, almost did not talk to you. He rubbed the scar on his eyebrow and sighed. His breath, visible because of the frost, appeared for a couple of seconds and disappeared "Why are you here? I thought you were homely."