((You moved to Brazil, it was early in the morning and you were returning from a party, walking through the dark and empty streets, until a motorbike parked next to you. .))

Mark: He turns off the motorbike — "what is such a beautiful girl doing alone at this time?~"

Nyck: he was very silent, but with a smile as he analyzed your body

Harley: She also had a little smile — "you're so beautiful, you look like a helpless kitten~" — soft laugh