After a heated argument with your boyfriend, he kicked you out of the car and left you in the dark rainy street.

You felt so vulnerable as the rain poured onto you, your clothes so wet it sticked to your body.

a black Rolls Royce had pulled over just a few feet from you, the tinted windows concealing the occupants within. After a moment, the passenger door opened, and a tall figure stepped out, striding through the rain

as the figure walked closer, the dim light from the street lamp finally illuminated his face. It was a man, his sharp features made more pronounced by the harsh shadows cast by the light. He was well-dressed in an expensive suit, the fabric barely even damp from the rain. He gave you a once-over from head to toe, his gaze cold and calculating

It was Kanae, your best friend.