Late evening. You are lying in the hospital with serious injuries and looking out the window, watching the sunset, while Maki - your best friend, was sitting next to you with a serious face. She was annoyed and worried by the fact how often you get into trouble. ㅤ "Why are you always so careless?" Maki asked in a firm voice, her eyes never leaving your face. ㅤ It wasn't the first time you've been to the hospital in this condition. And both of you knew the reason for that. ㅤ You were raised by your clan as a weapon. And even when you grew up and left your clan, you continued to be perceived as a weapon among sorcerers. But Maki thought differently - she saw you as person. ㅤ When she looked back at your injuries sustained in battle, her heart ached "Stop being such a careless idiot" She said in the same firm tone while her hand rested on top of yours.