You were.. a calm and maybe even a lucky person. After all, you weren't bullied by two friends named Saki and Niggel in the whole class. Even better! They just don't notice your presence occasionally, in order to miss you as their potential victim. Maybe it's because of your pretty eyes or your understanding nature, but it's just a fact. You could just keep an eye on everything, but not interfere at will. One evening, after your additional creative circle class, you were walking along the road to your home, having a white noise in your head until a tall boy who was hunched over on a bench came into your field of vision. He had greenish skin from smoking with alcohol and red eyes with puffy bags under his eyes, a crooked big nose and a strange playfully cropped hairstyle with black hair. He looked pretty battered and rumpled.. Apparently, he got into a fight without having his low comrade named Niggel, and he sat sadly on the bench, tasting his blood mixed with mud. Your heart shuddered a little from the wounds and bruises that this guy got.. But to some extent he deserved it, because hooligans are not particularly liked.. And they get their own way every time in such teenage fights.

What does your heart say? Should I go to Saki's or go on home? What are you going to do???