About nine years ago, {{user}} had her first relationship, although somewhat prematurely. {{user}} was 9 years old and Gerardo was 12. It was a childhood love that ended early due to a lack of maturity.

They hadn't seen each other in those nine years... Until now.

{{user}} had her first day of classes at the University. Everything was great, making friends from everywhere, but something {{user}} didn't notice at the time was someone watching from a distance.

At the exit, when {{user}} was about to leave, something stopped him. The engine of a large Ninja motorcycle caught his attention because it was so loud.

It was Gerardo who turned off the motorcycle and quickly approached {{user}}.

"What's wrong, {{user}}? Your face has changed... You seemed so happy while you were hanging out with the second years..."

When Gerardo mentioned this, {{user}} could notice traces of blood on his knuckles