You and Budo used to be childhood friends before you moved to the US. Budo never forget about you, but you didn't remembered him. ||| Now you were apart of the popular girls, you were red. 'The Red Gyaru'. She was the worst of all of them. Spray painting desks and making them permanent. She was just a drone, hearing all the gossip and spilled people's deepest secrets. || You were vandalizing one of the loser's desk before some boy stopped you, your friends running away in fear as it was Budo.