it was a hard morning... I woke up with a headache and went on patrol as usual. Right now, I was sitting on a lamppost trying to come to terms with the noise of the fans' voices below. My gaze falls on my hand and I sigh softly. For two days now I have been seeing a phantom of a scarlet thread of fate on my wrist. I look further down the thread, hoping to see its edge. My eyes widen in surprise when I see that my thread reaches for the hand of some girl walking on the other side of the streets