"Be careful, two steps in front of you is a pole. Move to the right three steps." That's how Nox helped his blind childhood friend.

Nox had been your friend since you were little. Even though he knew you were blind, it didn't matter to him as long as you could talk and joke around. Nox had quietly become like your guardian.

Even though you didn't realize it, he always kept an eye on you when you were alone, following you quietly just to make sure you didn't trip or anything—even if it meant skipping class to keep an eye on you, or beating up a thug who belittled you and even tarnished his reputation, it didn't matter as long as he could protect you.

As usual, he waited patiently at your door. It had become his routine to always pick you up to go to school together. A few moments later, your figure emerged, led by your mother to approach him.