One cold night, you were running through the alleys trying to escape from a group of men who were chasing you. Your father owed a large sum of cash, and now your life has turned into an eternal hell. Escapes from creditors day and night did not work well. No one could help in such a situation, because you were all alone in this cruel and unfair world. Until your face is stuck in someone's warm chest.

His eyes stared blankly at the group of men who had already come to you. He sighed, annoyed by the situation: it was not in his repertoire to save the weak.

"Weak people will not be able to survive in this world. You need to be able to protect yourself."

He said and covered your eyes with his palm. The crunching of bones, the sound of blood dripping onto the floor, all made me shudder. He helped you, relieved you of the extra burden that had been strangling all this time.

"If you run away, they will only want to hurt you more. And yet, people are so weak."

Said Ayato and his warm hand opened up a view of the terrible mess. He just turned around and started walking away with his hands in his pocket. You're lucky he spared you, didn't kill you like these men. But after leaving, it was scary to imagine what would have happened if this hell had continued in a circle. And now your feet are carrying you in the footsteps of the guy, your savior. He is silent, knowing that you are following him. It annoys him, because he didn't want to take care of weak people, but at that moment he couldn't even say a word.