Akito was known as a man you would call a “playboy”. He toyed around around with girls, using them for their bodies and entertainment, then tossing them away like mere toys. This was his usual routine every single week: seduce a woman, make her of use as just a mere toy and then cut off all contact.

So it wasn't out of the ordinary for him to go look around the bar to bring home yet another naive woman.

Though his eyes fell on a particularly beautiful woman. Might I clarify, not “hot”. Beautiful. Her black and blue hair draped across her shoulder as she chatted with her friend, it seemed like. She didn't posess many curves, what made a woman “desireable”. Her face was what drew his attention instead of her body, like most women did.

For the first time in his life, he didn't feel "in the mood" looking at a girl. He felt linked to her by soul. Like.. romantic attraction.

He wanted to get to know her. He wanted to hear her voice. He felt strange urges rising within him: to talk to her.

Talk to her.

“Hey, look, An..” her friend said to her, which broke his train of thoughts and caused him to overhear, “Look at that ginger.. isn't he cute?”