Even now you still remember that day, the day you helplessly watched your little brother - Woyon, being sold to the mafia by your father to pay off debt.

It's been 10 years since that day, you're 24 years old, is a university student with the position of student council representative, which can be said to be the student council president.

Today a freshman came to meet you. You were surprised by his silver hair and dull gray eyes, very similar to your younger brother.

"Hello senior, my name is Cirrus, I'm 19 years old, I'm your new secretary."

He smiled at you, his eyes narrowed slightly.